for riding in one,
but daily be jogging,
while whistling, and flogging,
while whistling and flogging,
the Coachman drives on;
with a hey geeup, geeup hey ho,
with a hey gee Dobin hey ho, hey,
geeup, geeup, geeup hey ho,
geeup, geeup, geeup hey ho,
with a hey, gee Dobin hey ho.]

In Coaches thus strowling,
Who wou'd not be rowling;
With Nymphs on each side,
Still Pratling and Playing;
Our Knees interlaying,
We merrily ride.
_With a hey_, &c.

Here chance kindly mixes,
All sorts and all Sexes,
More Females than Men,
We squeese 'em, we ease 'em,
The jolting does please 'em,
Drive jollily then,
_With a hey_, &c.

The harder you're driving,
The more 'tis reviving,
Nor fear we to tell,
For if the Coach tumble,
We'll have a rare Jumble,
And then up tails all,
_With a hey_, &c.

_The Crafty Cracks of_ East-Smith-Field, _who pick't up a Master
Colour upon_ Tower-Hill, _whom they Plundred of a Purse of_ Silver,
_with above Threescore_ Guineas.

[Music]

You Master Colours pray draw near,
And listen to my Report;
My Grief is great, for lo of late,
Two Ladies I chanc'd to Court:
Who did meet me on _Tower-Hill_,
Their Beauties I did behold:
_Those Crafty Jades have learnt their Trades,_
_And plunder'd me of my Gold._

I'll tell you how it came to pass,
This sorrowful Story is thus:
Of Guineas bright a glorious Sight,
I had in a Cat-skin Purse:
The Value of near Fourscore Pounds,
As good as e'er I had told,
_Those Crafty Jades have learnt their Trades,_
_And plunder'd me of my Gold._

I saw two poor distressed Men,
Who lay upon _Tower-Hill_,
To whom in brief I gave Relief,
According to my good Will:
Two wanton Misses drawing near,
My Guineas they did behold;
They laid a Plot by which they Got,
My Silver and yellow Gold.

They both address'd themselves to me,
And thus they was pleas'd to say;
Kind Sir, indeed, we stand in need,
Altho' we are fine and gay:
Of some Relief which you may give,
I thought they were something bold;
The Plot was laid, I was betray'd,
And plunder'd of all my Gold.

Alas 'tis pity, then I cry'd,
Such Ladies of good Repute,
Should want Relief, therefore in brief,
I gave 'em a kind Salute:
Thought I of them I'll have my Will,
Altho' I am something old;
They were I see too wise for me,
They plunder'd me o