THE Lusty Lad of London: OR, The pleasant Wooing betwixt brawny Will a Wine Cooper, and a wealthy Merchant's fair Widow.
To the Tune of, A Soldier and a Sailor.
COme listen to this Ditty,
Not far from London-City,
There liv'd a lusty Lover,
Who happen'd to discover
a Widow lin'd with Gold,
a Widow, &c.
Resolv'd he was to Woe her,
And when he did come to her,
He told her in his Breeces,
There was the best of Riches,
right pleasant to behold,
right pleasant, &c.
The Widow was offended,
And straight her Brows she bended,
Crying, You sawcy Villain,
I would not give a Shilling
for all that e'er you have,
for all that, &c.
I am an honest Woman,
Your Harlots loose and common
May like of that expression;
I'll punish your transgression,
you sawcy, sawcy Slave,
you sawcy, &c.
Sweet, Madam, be not froward,
Why are you so untoward?
Resolv'd I am to Marry,
And will no longer tarry,
if you will be my Bride,
if you will, &c.
Why should Emince the matter?
Or stand to cog and flatter,
That Riches out of measure,
Will yield a Woman pleasure,
yet I have Land beside,
yet I have, &c.
I doubt 'tis but a story,
When thus you seem to glory,
In such a double Potion;
If once you gain Promotion,
perhaps abroad you'll run,
perhaps abroad, &c.
To mincing Sue, or Nancy,
Placing your Love on Fancy,
On wanton London Misses,
while they injoy your Kisses,
poor I shall be undone,
poor I shall, &c.
No, no, thou need'st not fear me,
Be pleased how to hear me,
I'll mind no other Beauty,
But still perform my Duty
to thee my lawful Wife,
to thee, &c.
And therefore Dearest try me,
Do not the least deny me,
I'll labour to delight thee,
And for thy Love requite thee
with a contented Life,
with a, &c.
When he had this related,
Her Anger was abated,
Then she reply'd, My Jewel,
I can't be coy and cruel,
as many others can,
as many, &c.
Thy Words are so prevailing,
That now my former railing
Is turn'd to Love's desire,
Thy person I admire
because thou art a Man,
because thou, &c.
His Complyments were slender,
Nor did he ever send her
Rich Present to, obtain her,
Yet had the luck to gain her,
with all her Riches too,
with all, &c.
For by his down right dealing,
He brought the sense of Feeling
Upon her, in a minute,
She could not stand again in it:
see what a Man can do,
see what, &c.
London: Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guilspur-street.