Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy Volume VI Part 40

STRAWBERY.

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Of all the handsome Ladies, Of whom the Town do talk; Who do frequent the _Opera's_, And in the Park do walk: The many lovely Beauties, There are who do excel; Yet my _Strawbery_, my _Strawbery_, Does bear away the Bell.

Some cry up Madam _Mar----_ For this thing and for that; And some her Grace of _Sh----_ Tho' she grows something fat: And tho' I love her _Ma----_ And all her Ladies well, Yet my _Strawbery_, &c.

The Kit Cat and the Toasters, Did never care a Fig; For any other Beauty, Besides the little WHIG: But for all that Sir _Harry_, That witty Knight can tell, 'Tis my _Strawbery_, &c.

The red Coats think the _Ch----ls_, The Fairest in the Land; Because the D. their Father, The Ar----y does Command: But the n.o.ble D. of _B----_ Who does all Dukes excel, Says my _Strawbery_, &c.

Tune, _Now the Fight's done_.

Now, now the Night's come, And the great G.o.d of Love Lyes lurking in Shades, His bright Arrows to prove:

He laughs at our Rest, And he Darts at our Hearts; And a Will that won't still, To each Lover imparts.

He smiles when he feels The sharp point of his Dart; And tho' our Breast's Steel, Yet he drives to the Heart.

Whilst we court and we play, He makes a full pa.s.s; And ne'er does delay, 'Till we're link'd on the Gra.s.s.

_The_ SCOTCH _Wedding: Or, La.s.s with the Golden Hair._

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Now _Jockey_ and _Moggy_ are ready, To gang to the Kirk to sped; As fine as a Laird or Lady, For they are resolv'd to wed: Come aw let's awa to the Wedding, For there will be Lilting there; _Jockey'll_ be Married to _Moggy_, The La.s.s with the Golden Hair,

And for a whole Month together, Brisk _Jockey_ a wooing went; 'Till _Moggy's_ Mother and Vather, At last gave their Consent, _Come aw let's_, &c.

And there'll be long Keel and Pottage, And bannarks of Barly Meal; And ther'll be good Sawt Herring, To relish a Cogue of good Ale, _Come aw let's_, &c.

And there'll be _Sawney_ the Soater, And _Will_ with muckle mow; And there'll be _Tommy_ the Blutter, And _Andrew_ the Tinker I trow, _Come aw let's_, &c.

And there'll be Bow-legg'd _Bobby_, And thumbless _Kate's_ geud Man; And there'll be blue cheek'd _Dolly_, And _Luwry_ the Laird of the Land, _Come aw let's_, &c.

And there'll be low lipper _Betty_, And pluggy fac'd _Wat_ of the Mill; And there'll be farnicled _Huggy_, That wins at the Ho of the Hill, _Come aw let's_, &c.

And there'll be _Annester Dowgale_, That splay footed _Betty_ did wooe; And mincing _Bessey_ and _Tibely_, And _Chrisly_, the Belly gut Sow, _Come aw let's_, &c.

And _Craney_ that marry'd _Steney_, That lost him his Brick till his a.r.s.e; And after was hang'd for stealing, It's well that it happen'd no worse, _Come aw let's_, &c.

And there'll be hopper-ars'd _Nancy_, And _Sarey_ fac'd _Jenny_ by Name; Glud _Kate_ and fat legg'd _Lissey_, The La.s.s with the codling Wem.

_Come aw let's_, &c.

And there'll be _Jenny_ go Gibby, And his glack'd Wife _Jenny Bell_; And messed skin blosen _Jordy_, The Lad that went Scipper himsel.

_Come aw let's_, &c.

There'll be all the Lads and La.s.ses, Set down in the middle of the Hall; To Sybouse, and Rastack, and Carlings, They are both sodden and raw.

_Come aw let's_, &c.

There'll be Tart Perry and Catham, And Fish of geud Gabback and Skate; Prosody, and Dramuck and Brandy, And Collard, Neats-feet in a Plate.

_Come aw let's_, &c.

And there'll be Meal, Kell and Castocks, And skink to sup 'till you rive; And Roaches to roast on the Gridiron, And Flukes that were tane alive, _Come aw let's_, &c.

Cropt head Wilks and Pangles, And a Meal of good sweting to ney; And when you're all burst with eating, We'll rise up and Dance 'till we dey: _Come aw let's awaw to the Wedding, For there will be Lilting there;_ Jockey'll _be marry'd to_ Moggy, _The La.s.s with the Golden Hair._

_The Mistresses: A_ SONG _Set by Mr._ JAMES TOWNSEND, _the Words by Mr._ ROLFE.

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_Lavia_ would, but dare not venture, Fear so much o'er-rules her Pa.s.sion; _Chloe_ suffers all to enter, Subjects Fame to Inclination: Neither's Method I admire, Either is in Love displeasing; _Chloe's_ fondness gluts desire _Lavia's_ Cowardise is Teazing.

_Caelia_ by a Wiser Measure, In one faithful Swains embraces; Pays a private Debt to Pleasure, Yet for Chast in publick Pa.s.ses: Fair ones follow _Caelia's_ Notion, Free from fear and censure wholly; Love, but let it be with Caution, For Extreams are Shame or Folly.

_A_ SONG. _Set by an Eminent Master._

When embracing my Friends, And quaffing Champain; Dull Phlegmatick Spleen, Thou a.s.sault'st me in vain; Dull Phlegmatick Spleen, Thou a.s.sault'st me in vain: My Pleasures flow pure, Without Taint or Allay; And each Gla.s.s that I drink, Inspires with new Joy.

My Pleasures thus heighten'd, No Improvement receive; But what the dear Sight Of my _Phillis_ can give: The Charms of her Eyes, The Force of my Wine, Do then in Harmonious Confed'racy joyn: To wrap me with Joys, To wrap me with Joys, Seraphick, Seraphick, and Divine.

_A_ TENEMENT _to Let_.

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I Have a Tenement to Let, I hope will please you all, And if you'd know the Name of it, 'Tis called _Cunny Hall_.

It's seated in a Pleasant Vale, Beneath a rising Hill; This Tenement is to be Let, To whosoe'er I will.