On Sabbath-days,

And Holy-days,

After Evening-Prayer comes he:
And then, &c.

Come play us Adam and Eve, says Dick,
What's that, says little Pipe?

It is the beginning o' th' World, quoth Dick,
For we are Dancing-ripe :

It's that you call,

Then have at all,

He plaid with a merry Glee:
O then, &c.

In comes our Gaffer Underwood,
And sets him on the Bench;
His Wife and Daughter Ne'er-be-good,
That pretty round-fac'd Wench :
There's Neighbour Chuck,

And Habakkuk,

They all come there to see

O how, &c.

From thence we go to Sir William's Ground,

And a Rich Old Cub is he;

And there we Dance around, around,

But the Devil a Penny we see :

From thence we get,

To Sommerset,

Y Lord's Son must not be forgot,
So full of merry Jest;

MY

He laughs to see the Girls so hot,
And jumps in with the rest:

He

He doth them assail
With his Calves-Tail,
And he thrusts it in to see,
O how they do, &c.

A Pox of all those snuffling Knaves,
That do our Sports despise:
We value not the sneaking Slaves,
They're more precise than Wise:
Bots on them all,

Both great and small,
And such Hypocrise:

For we will, &c.

Tho' bonny Nell do bear the Bell,
'Mongst Gallants gay and gaudy;
Our Margery's as light as she,

And yet she is not Baudy:
When she with trusty Arthur meets,
And Bob with Barnaby;

O! how they do frig it,
Fump it and Figg it,
Under the Green-wood Tree.

We fear no Plots of Fews or Scots,

For we are jolly Swains;

With Plow and Cow, and Barley-Mow,

We busie all our Brains:

No City Cares,

Nor Merchant's Fears

Of Wreck, or Piracy;

Therefore we can Flant it,

Revel and Rant it,

Under the Green-wood Tree.

O'er Hills and Dales, and Whitson-Ales,
We Dance a Merry fit;

When Susan sweet with John doth meet,
She gives him Hit for Hit:

From

From Head to Foot,
She holds him to't,
And Jumps as high as he;
O how they do spring it,
Flounce it and fling it,
Under the Green-wood Tree.

With Ribbond red in Hat on Head,
Young Ralph doth skip and jump;
Foan has a new long Scarf of blue;
That reaches to her Rump:
With Petticoats

As light as Moats,
Which in the Sun we see;
O! how they did skip it,
Trample and Trip it,

Under the Green-wood Tree..

No time is spent with more content,
In City, Court, or Camp ;
We fear no Covent Garden Gout,
Nor Pickadilly Cramp:

From Scurvy we

Are always free,
And evermore shall be ;

So long as we Whisk it,

Frig it and frisk it,

Under the Green-wood Tree.

On Meads and Launs, we trip like Fauns,
Like Fillies, Kids, or Lambs;
We have no twinge to make us cringe
Or crinkle in the Hams:

When some Disease

Doth on us seize,

With one Consent go we;
To Figg it and Firk it,
Caper and Ferk it,

Under the Green-wood Tree.

When

When we're well fir'd, and almost tir'd,
That Night is drawing on:
And that we must confess (as just)
Our Dancing day is done :
The Night is spent

With more content,
For then we all agree;

To Cock it and Dock it,

Smock and Knock it,

Under the Green-wood Tree.

A Mock SONG to, Oh, lead me to some Peaceful Gloom. To the same Tune.

lead me, lead

some peaceful

Where none but honest, none but honest, honest Fellows come;

Where our Wives, our Wives Clappers never sound,

never, never sound,

But an eternal Hush, an eternal Hush goes round: There let me drown in Wine my Pain,

There let me drown in Wine my Pain,

And never, never think of Home, never, never think of Home, never, never think of Home,

Never, never, never, never, never think of Home again :

What Comfort, what Comfort, what Comfort can a Husband have?

Who Marries, who Marries to be a Slave?

What Comfort, what Comfort can a Husband have, Who Marries, who Marries, who Marries to be more, More a Slave, to, to be more, to, to be more, to, to be

more, more a Slave.

Three

I

T is my Delight both Night and Day,

To Praise the Women as much as I may;

Three Things be glorious,

I'll tell you if I can,

The Sun, an Angel, and a Woman.

It is my Delight both Night and Day,

To Praise the Women as much as I may.

Three