The Young-mans Ramble.
OR The Horse can trot, and the Mare can amble.
Here's clipping and kissing, with store of delight,
With Frisking, and Frolicks, as seldome is seen,
To sport all the day-time, and play in the night,
Where Young-men and Maids, do meet on a Green.
To a gallant new Tune, called
Andrew and Maudlin.
ANdrew, Maudlin, Rebecca and
Will,
pretty
Peg, with
Joseph and
Mary,
Peter the Plymmer, and
Miles of the Mill:
Bese of the Buttery, and
D
[...]ll of the Dary;
They went and gathered young Primroses,
To make them sundrey sorts of Posies.
William put on his Holiday Iacket,
Gryssel put on her Russet Gray;
Meg had a Ribon hung down to her Placket,
and so they went gingling all the way:
To solace their lips, and swéeten their labor,
They met on a Gréen, with a Pipe & a Tabor.
Frinkham Frankham is a fine dance,
young Ti
[...] did trip it on her Toes;
And
Jo
[...]n came into the place by chance,
whose cheeks were like the Crimson Rose:
They coupled themselves like Birds of a feather,
And footed it finely altogether.
Jane bagan to justle with
Thomas,
Humphrey thought to find her there;
Yet
Nelly forsooth did fail in her promise,
because she did not like his ware:
Tis a dainty thing to dandle a Baby,
And
Joan in the dark, is as good as my Lady.
Kester tooke
Hester by the hand,
come play us a Tune thou trusty Trout:
A match (quoth
Roger) and if it doth stand,
and so they jumbled round about,
With
Salingers round, & the
French Canaries,
That passed
Iack-pudding, & all his Fegaries.
Ralph got
Rachel about the middle,
and
Simon suckt up all the Eggs:
Philip did play with his Bag-pipe & Fiddle,
while jumping
Ioan did shake her Legs,
Her Apron was white, and her Peticoat red,
And they were most swéetly brought to Bed.
The second Part,
to the same Tune.
PAul the Pedler is a boon Blade.
but the Broom-man is another,
For they belong to the Tribe of
Cad,
and learn'd this Action from their Mother
Tom Tinkers Ware is special Mettle,
And
Dennis did smile like a Furmity-kettle
Richards Feather will never leave wagging
James and
Nan in the Cole-hole are gotten
And simple
Nick will never leave bragging,
because his Father is dead and rotten.
When
Iack from
Mary her Portion had got,
'Tis néed that make the Old-woman trot.
Robins nose will never leave dropping,
hang up sorrow, cast away care:
And
Cupi
[...] catch't young
Sarah napping,
as
Moss by chance did catch his Mare,
Her Apron is to short before,
Which made poor
Margery cry full sore.
Old smel-smock
Sam delights to vow,
for love will créep, where it cannot go:
Neds nose will serve for a poore-mans Sow
and
Kate did tread upon his toe:
Young-men do love to be with Maids,
And
Gillian was like the Quéen of Spades.
Clim the Carrier is come home,
and brought to town good Fish & Mustard,
Precilla did dance a Iig with
Tom,
which made his buttocks quake like a Custard,
With clipping and kissing, & kind imbraces
The young-men tumbled about with their Lasses.
Iocky and
Ienny with
Arthur of Bradly,
Roger of Coverly and his consort,
Did trick and trim it wonderfull madly,
and so they concluded, & ended their sport,
The
Horse can trot and the Mare can amble
And so I end my Country Ramble,
Finis.
London, Printed for Thomas Vere, at the Angel without Newgate.