The Crafty BARBER of Debtford
You
Debtford Women all beware of this same Crafty
Barber:
For when he gets between your Arms There he takes up his harbour.
Tune of,
Daniel Cooper.
[...]
COme and hear my pleasant Song
all you that would be merry:
For unto you it doth belong
that are both brisk and airy:
A
Barber liv'd in
Debtford Town,
[...]elieve it is no Lye sir,
He loved well a bit o' th' brown,
and a Nurse to turn him dry, sir.
Another man liv'd in the Town,
and he did use to fiddle;
The
Barber lov'd his Wife also,
and pay'd her Tarradidle.
But he (poor man) was gone to Sea,
and little did he think, sir,
That his poor wife would wanton be
and with the
Barber drink, sir.
But on a time it happened so,
the
Barber he did quarrel;
For there is Virtue you do know
that lyes within the barrel
Will make an Did Man bear up brisk,
and overcomes the Youth too,
This got into the
Barber's crown,
and made him tell the truth too▪
The Second Part,
to the same Tune.
BEfore the Iustice he was had,
who question'd him severely;
Which made the
Barber almost mad
and he confessed clearly
That he drank in a bawdy-house
and that full well he knew sir;
'Twas asked, How? and he confest
that there he lay with two sir.
The Iustice ask'd him who they were?
and straitway he confessed,
A long-back'd Nurse that lived there,
he plainly did express it:
A very gentile Dame was she,
and wore her clouded Stockings;
But some there are do think that she
got such fine things by knockings.
The Fidlers wife was fine and neat,
and decently attired;
And she full well could do the feat
the
Barber oft desired:
He oft embrac'd her in his Arms,
and catch'd her by the thing too;
So that she won him by her Charms,
and he touch'd the
Fidler's strings too.
He had an opportunity
I pray sirs understand ye:
The Hostess she was sitting by,
and tope'd her Nose with brandy,
While he did please his Ladies fair
and trimm'd them both so nearly,
That she did wish to have a share,
he did it so compleatly.
Think it not strange what now you hear,
for if you will believe it,
The
Barber loves the sport so dear,
I doubt he ne'r will leave it:
Still
Robin Red-breast is content,
that little sneaking fóol too,
He accounts it all but merriment
to catch his Wife by th' Tool too.
And Maycrill-back she is so fine,
there's few that can out-brave her,
And when she drinks a Glass of Wine,
the
Barber he doth shave her;
And up and down where e're he goes,
he mightily doth praise her;
A gentle hand he hath she knows,
and well she likes his Razor.
And now good people to conclude,
my thinks it is a pitty
The
Barber should these two delude
that are so neat and pretty.
Then women all pray have a care,
for
Barber's minds are waving;
And now methinks he's had his share,
he may leave off his shaving.
Printed for John Clark Junior, at the Horshoo in West Smithfield.