And said, I was ne'er so pleas'd before,
And this is the first time that I knew thee,
Come play me this very Jig once more,

And never doubt but I'll Dance to thee, &c.

The Shepherd, he said, as I am a Man,

I have kept Playing from Morning till Noon, Thou know'st I can do no more than I can ; My Pipe is clearly out of Tune ; To ruin a Shepherd I'll not seek,

Said she, for why should I undo thee,

I can come again to the Down next Week, And thou shalt Pipe, and I'll Dance to thee,, to thee, to thee, derry, derry to thee.

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The Hide-Park FROLICK.

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NE Evening a little before it was dark,
sing, tan tara rara tan-vivee;

I call'd for my Gelding, and rid to Hide-park,
on tan tara, rara tan-tivee;

It was in the merry Month of May,

When Meadows and Fields were gaudy and Gay,
And Flowers apparell'd as bright as the Day,
I got upon my Tan-tivee.

The Park shone brighter than the Skies,
sing tan tara, rara Tan-tivee,

With Jewels and Gold, and Ladies Eyes,
that sparkled, and cry'd, come see me ;
Of all parts of England, Hide-park hath the Name,
For Coaches and Horses and Persons of Fame,
It looked at first sight like a Field full of Flame,
Which made me Ride up Tan-tivee.

There hath not been such sight since Adam's,
for Perriwig, Ribbond, and Feather,
Hide-park may be term'd the Market of Madams,
or, Lady-Fair, chuse you whither:

Their Gowns were a Yard too long for their Legs,
They shew'd like the Rain-bow cut into Rags,
A Garden of Flowers, or a Navy of Flags,

When they did all mingle together.

Among

Among all these Ladies, I singled out one, to prattle of Love and Folly;

I found her not Coy, but jovial as Foan,

or Betty, or Marget, or Molly:

With honours and Love, and stories of Chances,
My Spirits did move, and my Blood she advances,
With Twenty Quadundrums, and Fifty Five Fancies,
I'd have been at her Tan-tivee.

We talk'd away time until it grew dark,
the Place did begin to grow privy;
For Gallants began to draw out of the Park,
to their Horses did gallop Tan-tivee:
But finding my Courage a little to come,
I sent my Bay Gelding away by the Groom,
And proffer'd my Service to wait on her Home,
In her Coach we went both Tan-tivee.

I offer'd and proffer'd, but found her strait-lac'd,
she cry'd I shall never believe ye;

This Arm full of Sattin I bravely embrac'd,

and fain would have been at Tan-tivee:
Her Lodging was pleasant for scent and for sight,
She seem'd like an Angel by Candle-light,
And like a bold Archer, I aim'd at the White,
Tan-tivee, tan-tivee, tan-tivee.

With many Denials she yielded at last,
her Chamber being wondrous privy,

That I all the Night there might have my repast,
to run at the Ring Tan-tivee.

I put off my Cloaths, and I tumbled to Bed,
She went to her Closet to dress up her Head,
But I peep'd in the Key-hole to see what she did,
Which put me quite beside my Tan-tivee.

She took off her Head-tire, and shew'd her bald Pate,
Her Cunning did very much grieve me,

Thought I to my self, if it were not so late,
I would home to my Lodgings believe me.

Her

Her Hair being gone, she seem'd like a Hag,
Her bald-pate did look like an Ostrich's Egg,
This Lady (thought I) is as right as my Leg,

She hath been too much at Tan-tivee.

The more I did peep, the more I did spy,
Which did unto amazement drive me;
She put up her Finger, and out dropt her Eye,

I pray'd that some Power would relieve me :
But now my resolves was never to trouble her,
Or venture my Carcase with such a blind Hobler,
She look'd with One Eye, just like Hewson the Cobler,
When he us'd to Ride Tan-tivee.

I peep'd, and was still more perplexed therewith,
Thought I, tho't be Midnight I'll leave thee;
She fetch'd a yawn, and out fell her Teeth,
This Quean had intents to deceive me :
She drew out her Handkerchief as I suppose,
To wipe her high Fore-head, off dropt her Nose,
Which made me run quickly and put on my Hose,
The Devil is in my Tan-tivee.

She washt all the Paint from her Visage, and then
She look'd just (if you will believe me)

Like a Lancashire Witch of Four score and Ten,
And as the Devil did drive me:

I put on my Cloaths, and cry'd Witches and Whores,
I tumbl'd down Stairs, broke open the Doors,
And down to my Country again to my Boors,
Next Morning I rid Tan-tivee.

You North-Country Gallants that live pleasant Lives,
Let not Curiosity drive ye;

To leave the fresh Air, and your own Tenants Wives,
For Sattin will sadly deceive you :

For my part I will no more be such a Meacock,
To deal with the plumes of a Hide-Park Peacock,
But find out a Russet-coat Wench and a Hay-cock,
And there I will ride Tan-tivee.

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The Beggar's DELIGHT.

Ourtiers, Courtiers, think it no harm,

Courtiers, it no sho

That silly poor Swains in Love should be ;

For Love lies hid in Rags all torn,

As well as Silks and Bravery :

For the Beggar he loves his Lass as dear,

As he that hath Thousands, Thousands, Thousands, He that hath Thousand Pounds a Year.

State and Title are pitiful things,

A lower State more happy doth prove;

Lords and Ladies, Princes and Kings,

With the Beggar hath equal Joys in Love : And my pretty brown Cloris upon the Hay, Hath always as killing, killing, killing, Hath always as killing Charms as they.

A Lord will purchase a Maiden-head,

Which perhaps hath been lost some Years before; A Beggar will pawn his Cloak and his Trade,

Content with Love to lye, and live Poor :

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