mber, Cucumber ho.
One Day she came up, when at Work in his Garret,
To tell what he Ow'd, that his Store he might know;
Says he it is all very right I declare it,
Says she then I hope you will pay e'er I go?
Now a Louse, _&c._
Says Prick-Louse my Jewel, I love you most dearly,
My Breast every Minute still hotter does grow,
I'll only says she for the Juice of my Barly,
And other good Drink in my Cellar below:
Now a Louse made him Itch,
Here a Scratch, there a Stitch,
And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho.
Says he you mistake, 'tis for something that's better,
Which I dare not Name, and you care not to show;
Says she I'm afraid you are given to flatter,
What is it you Mean, and pray where does it grow:
Now a Louse, _&c._
Says he 'tis a Thing that has never a handle,
'Tis hid in the Dark, and it lies pretty low;
Says she then I fear that you must have a Candle,
Or else the wrong way you may happen to go:
Now a Louse, _&c._
Says he was it darker than ever was Charcole,
Tho' I never was there, yet the way do I know;
Says she if it be such a terrible dark Hole,
Don't offer to Grope out your way to it so:
Now a Louse, _&c._
Says he you shall see I will quickly be at it,
For this is, oh this is the way that I'll go;
Says she do not tousle me so for I hate it,
I vow by and by you will make me cry oh:
So they both went to work,
Now a Kiss, then a Jirk,
And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho.
The Taylor arose when the business was over,
Says he you will rub out the Score e'er you go;
Says she I shall not pay so dear for a Lover,
I'm not such a Fool I would have you to know:
Now a Louse made him Itch,
Here a Scratch, there a Stitch,
And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho.
_The Penurious_ QUAKER: _Or, the High priz'd_ HARLOT.
[Music]
_Quaker._ My Friend thy Beauty seemeth good,
We Righteous have our failings;
I'm Flesh and Blood, methinks I cou'd,
Wert thou but free from Ailings.
_Harlot._ Believe me Sir I'm newly broach'd,
And never have been in yet;
I vow and swear I ne'er was touch'd,
By Man 'till this day sennight.
_Quaker._ Then prithee Friend, now prithee do,
Nay, let us not defer it;
And I'll be kind to thee w
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