ords this Clown did say.

She vex'd in her Mind to hear this Lad's reply,
To _Venus_ she went, in great Discontent,
To desire her Boy with his Bow ready bent,
To take a nimble Dart, and strike him to the Heart,
For disobeying her Commandment:
_Cupid_ then gave the Swain such a Bang,
As made him to gang with this bonny Lass along,
Still she cry'd, come away, come away bonny Lad, come hither,
I come, I come, I come, I come, I come, I come,
So they gang'd along together.

_Good Honest Trooper take warning by_ DONALD COOPER. _To the Tune of_
Daniel Cooper.

[Music]

A Bonny Lad came to the Court,
His Name was _Donald Cooper_,
And he Petition'd to the King,
That he might be a Trooper:
He said that he,
By Land and Sea,
Had fought to Admiration,
And with _Montross_
Had many blows,
Both for his King and Nation.

The King did his Petition grant,
And said he lik'd him dearly,
Which gave to _Donald_ more content,
Than Twenty Shillings yearly:
This wily Leard
Rode in the Guard,
And lov'd a strong Beer Barrel;
Yet stout enough,
To Fight and Cuff,
But was not given to Quarrel.

Till on a _Saturday_ at Night,
He walked in the Park, Sir;
And there he kenn'd a well fair Lass,
When it was almost dark, Sir;
Poor _Donald_ he
Drew near to see,
And kist her bonny Mow, Sir;
He laid her flat
Upon her back,
And bang'd her side Weam too, Sir.

He took her by the Lilly white Hand,
And kiss'd his bonny _Mary_,
Then they did to the Tavern go,
Where they did drink Canary;
When he was Drunk,
In came a Punck,
And ask'd gan he would Mow her;
Then he again,
With Might and Main,
Did bravely lay her o'er, Sir.

Poor _Donald_ he rose up again,
As nothing did him ail, Sir;
But little kenn'd this bonny Lass,
Had Fire about her Tail, Sir:
When Night was spent
Then Home he went,
And told it with a Hark, Sir;
How he did Kiss
A dainty Miss,
And lifted up the Sark, Sir.

But e'er a Month had gone about,
Poor _Donald_ walked sadly:
And every yean enquir'd of him,
What gar'd him leuk so badly:
A Wench, quoth he,
Gave Snuff to me,
Out of her Placket box, Sir;
And I am sure,
She prov'd a Whore,
And given to me the Pox, Sir.

Poor _Donald_ he being almost Dead,
Was turn'd out of the Guard, Sir;
And never could get in again,
Although he