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<NAME>Elspeth Healey</NAME>
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<HEAD><HI>The Maidens Frollick: OR, Relation how Six Lu&s;ty La&s;&s;es has Pre&s;t full Fourteen Taylors on the back&s;ide of St. <HI>Clements,</HI> and the other adjacent Places. o the Tune of an Orange.</HI> Licen&s;ed according to Order.</HEAD>
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<L>late near the <HI>Strand</HI> we well under&s;tand,</L>
<L>Sir La&s;&s;es that took a brisk Frollick in hand;</L>
<L>as thus I profe&s;s, they in Seaman's Dre&s;s,</L>
<L>far from the <HI>May-pole</HI> re&s;olved to Pre&s;s</L>
<L><HI>Fourteen Taylors.</HI></L>
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<L><HI>Nancy</HI> &s;he ty'd a Sword by her &s;ide,</L>
<L>he was re&s;olved for to be their Guide:</L>
<L>This young Female Crew, <HI>Kate, Bridget,</HI> &amp; <HI>Prue,</HI></L>
<L>And &s;he that went formo&s;t was Lieutenant <HI>Sue,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pre&s;&s;ing Taylors.</HI></L>
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<L>The&s;e Maids by con&s;ent their minds fully bent,</L>
<L>Fir&s;t thro' the back &s;ide of St. <HI>Clements</HI> they went,</L>
<L>Where ju&s;t in the Street they a Taylor did meet,</L>
<L>They Pre&s;t him, and &s;treight he fell down at their feet,</L>
<L><HI>I'm a Taylor.</HI></L>
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<L>I tell you, &s;aid he, I ne'er was at Sea,</L>
<L>And therefore kind Gentlemen pray &s;et me free;</L>
<L>And pity tho&s;e Tears, I have liv'd Forty Year,</L>
<L>And never us'd Weapon, but Bodkin and Shears,</L>
<L><HI>I'm a Taylor.</HI></L>
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<L>But <HI>Su&s;an</HI> and they &s;trait haul'd him away,</L>
<L>While <HI>Tom</HI> the poor Taylor did &s;igh, beg, and pray,</L>
<L>Yet all was in vain, for they did him retain,</L>
<L>And told him that now he mu&s;t fight on the Main,</L>
<L><HI>Tho' a Taylor.</HI></L>
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<L>Then to <HI>White-hart-yard</HI> they went with regard,</L>
<L>And there a poor Taylor was labouring hard</L>
<L>Vpon his Shop-board, <HI>Nan</HI> drew out her Sword,</L>
<L>Saying, He mu&s;t King <HI>William</HI> his Service afford,</L>
<L><HI>Tho' a Taylor.</HI></L>
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<L>The Taylor did quake, nay, quiver and &s;hake,</L>
<L>At length with a pitiful Voice he did &s;pake,</L>
<L>While Tears down did run, he cry'd I'm undone,</L>
<L>I never did know the right end of a Gun,</L>
<L><HI>I'm a Taylor.</HI></L>
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<L>Then &s;tout Bo&s;ton <HI>Be&s;s</HI> &s;aid neverthele&s;s,</L>
<L>You mu&s;t go with us, we've a Warrant to Pre&s;s;</L>
<L>Then wave this Excu&s;e, and lay by your Goo&s;e,</L>
<L>Such nimble young Fellows may be of great u&s;e.</L>
<L><HI>Tho' a Taylor.</HI></L>
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<L>And then by report they went to <HI>Round Court,</HI></L>
<L>Where Seven young Taylors were making of &s;port</L>
<L>Their Hearts void of Care, tho' when they come there,</L>
<L>The&s;e Maids did catch napping, as <HI>Mo&s;s</HI> catch'd his Mare,</L>
<L><HI>Seven Taylors.</HI></L>
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<L>They thought to re&s;i&s;t, but <HI>Joan</HI> with her Fi&s;t,</L>
<L>She thumpt them about till the Taylors they Pi&s;t;</L>
<L>And then in a rage, the re&s;t did engage,</L>
<L>And brought them away to the Round-Hou&s;e or Cage,</L>
<L><HI>The&s;e poor Taylors.</HI></L>
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<L>With all might and main, down to <HI>Dutchy-lane,</HI></L>
<L>The&s;e Petticoats Pre&s;s-Ma&s;ters hurried again,</L>
<L>To Pre&s;s &s;ome they knew, 'twas <HI>Morgan and Hugh&punc;</HI></L>
<L>A couple belong'd to the Cro&s;s legged Crew,</L>
<L><HI>And Wel&s;h Taylors.</HI></L>
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<L>Then <HI>Morgan</HI> hur railes, crys, Splutter-a-nails,</L>
<L>Hur newly come up to fair <HI>London</HI> from <HI>Wales,</HI></L>
<L>Then pray cea&s;e your Strife, hur has a young Wife,</L>
<L>Be&s;ides hur was never yet kill'd in hur Life,</L>
<L><HI>A Wel&s;h Taylor.</HI></L>
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<L>But yet right or wrong, they brought 'em along,</L>
<L>And happen'd to meet with Three more in the Thro<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2+ letters"></L>
<L>Then &s;aid lu&s;ty <HI>Jane,</HI> you mu&s;t &s;erve King &amp; D<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2+ letters">&punc;</L>
<L>And thus the&s;e &s;tout Females did Pre&s;s full fou<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2+ letters"></L>
<L><HI>And all Taylors.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>Printed for&punc;</HI> P Brooksby, I. Deacon, I. Blare, I. Ba<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">.</P>
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