The French man gull'd of his Gold OR A warning for whore-hunters.
Showing how a French man newly come into England, to see the fashion of our country, fell in Love with a Night walking Lady, saying he had two hundred peices in gold about him, which rejoyced this Ladies heart to hear, so after some words between them he gives her the gold in her Lap, she promises to have him to her Chamber, has him to a Tavern door on the street side and bids him stay there while she went in to c [...]ear her Chamber which he willing too, she marches through the house at a back door into an Alley where she left the French man to shift for himself, which was but a sorry shift, which is as followeth.
To the Tune of a Fig for France,
COme all you gallants listen well
A merry jest I will you tell
'Tis of a Frenchman and a whore
The like you never heard before,
The jest was acted so compleat
'Twill make you l [...]u [...]h till you do sweat
Then French men take a special care
How you do trade with English ware.
A French man as it doth appear
Did come to try his fortune here
And with his brags he did unfold
He had two hundred pound in gold
With flaxen Periwig did he
Walk through the streets most gallantly
With a Muffe and Rapier by his side
As if he were a God of pride,
Then in a rage he deeply swore
He would go see an Engli [...]h whore
The Moon it seemed to shine bright
Which made him walk with great delight
Into Moor-fields he took his way
Where he espyed a Lady gay,
They say the English hates the French
But ile know that by th [...]s same wench.
Then unto her he stepped strait
And these same words he did relate
Madame quoth he and please your will
To let me have of you my fill
And if to me you will agree
I will be bountiful and free,
I'd have you know the Lady said
I am no whore but still a maid.
EXcuse me Madam in this case
My thoughts don't judge as you are base
For out of France I lately came
To get a wife that is my aim,
And if that you can fancy me
Two hundred pound I will give thée,
Then prethy Lady fancy me
And i'l maintain thée gallantly.
With that this Whore she did reply
A French-man will both swear and lye
You talk of hundreds where you go
But not a penny for to show
She with such spéeches was so bold
That he to her did show his Gold,
Nay then thought she Gold out of France
Will make me play an English Dance.
What is your will with me she said
Since I so long have liv'd a Maid,
'Tis not your glistering Gold so bright
Shall tempt me with you to delight,
Except that you will strait agrée
When you have done to marry me,
I that I will the French man said,
Then prethy dearest ben't afraid.
I w [...]ll not take your word quoth she
For when you have done away you'l flée
O no my swéeting understand
My Gold thou shalt h [...]ld in thy hand
For I am in a mighty heat
Here take it till I have done the feat
She takes his Gold and then said here
Go with me to my Lodging sure.
He took her by the hand and went
With her be séem'd to be content,
And as in hand in hand they go
Whether she led him he did not know,
For she did lead him up a Lane
That he forgot from whence he came
The French-man swore all is not well
For thou wilt lead me into hell.
O no my Dear the Lady said
Of this same place be not afraid
But stand thée here at thi [...] same door
While I do step thée in before
To sée where there my Chambers clear
And then ile call thee in my Dear:
But now to see it is cunning Whore
She slipped out at the back door.
And there the French man staid in vain
For not his Lady came again
When his patience no longer would proceed
He knocked at the door with speed
The Maid of the house ask'd who was there
Quoth he I am your only Dear,
Then with a Mopstick in her hand
She knockt him down where he did stand
And then she hid him for to go
Unto his VVhore as he did know
And then the French-man up and told
He'd lost two hundred pound in Go [...]d
Which when the people his tale heard
They told [...]im he was tightly serv'd
Which made him with his French tongue yal
And Rogues and Whores he did them call.
The French-man he did look as pale
Just like Dog without his tail
The loss of his Money put him in fears
He wisht in the Room he had lost his Ears
He with the stones did nigh inclose
For he fell down and broke his Nose
Which made him for to curse and swear
He'd nere trade more with English Ware.
Printed for John Clarke at the Harp and Bible in West-Smith-field.