can be;
For if you should chance to get me with Kid,
I'll lay the poor Brat to the _Irish Jigg_.

The Dance being ended as you may see,
We rose by Consent and we both went away;
I put on my Cloaths and left her to grow big,
And so I went Roaring the _Irish Jigg_.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

It was a happy Golden Day,
When fair _Althea_ Kind and Gay,
Put all but Love and me away;
I arm'd with soft Words did Address,
Sweet and kind Kisses far express,
A greater Joy and Happiness.

Nature the best Instructeress cry'd,
Her Ivory Pillows to divide,
That Love might Sail with Wind and Tide;
She rais'd the Mast and sail'd by it,
That Day two Tides together met,
Drove him on Shore soon dropping wet.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

Ah! _Caelia_ how can you be Cruel and Fair?
Since removing,
The Charms that are loving,
'Twould make a poor Lover Despair;
'Tis true, I have lov'd you these seven long Years & more,
Too long for a Man that ne'er was in Love before:
And if longer you my Caresses deny,
I then am resolv'd to give over my Flames and die.

Love fires the Heart of him that is Brave,
Charms the Spirit
Of him that is merit,
And makes the poor Lover a Slave;
Dull sordid Souls that never knew how to Love,
Where Nature is plung'd, 'tis a shame to the best above:
And if any longer you my Caresses deny,
I then am resolv'd to give over my Flames and die.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

There was a Knight and he was Young,
A riding along the way, Sir;
And there he met a Lady fair,
Among the Cocks of Hay, Sir:
Quoth he, shall you and I Lady,
Among the Grass lye down a;
And I will have a special Care,
Of rumpling of your Gown a.

If you will go along with me,
Unto my Father's Hall, Sir;
You shall enjoy my Maiden-head,
And my Estate and all, Sir:
So he mounted her on a milk-white Steed,
Himself upon another;
And then they rid upon the Road,
Like Sister and like Brother.

And when she came to her Father's House,
Which was moated round about, Sir;
She stepped streight within the Gate,
And shut this Young Knight out, Sir,
Here is a Purse of Gold, she said,
Take it for your Pains, Sir;
And I will send my Father's Man,
To go home with you again, Sir.

And if you meet a Lady fair,
As you go thro' the next Town, Sir;
You must not fear the Dew of the Grass,
Nor the rumpling of her Gown, Sir:
And if you meet a Lady Gay,
As you