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<HEAD>The Hackney Dam&s;ells PASTIME, OR, A Summer Evening FROLLICK.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To a plea&s;ant new Tune, much in Reque&s;t.</OPENER>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>R.P.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<HEAD>[1]</HEAD>
<L>ONE Evening, in hot weather,</L>
<L>I through a Grove did pa&s;s,</L>
<L>And &s;aw two Maids together,</L>
<L>&s;it &s;porting on the gra&s;s:</L>
<L>I &s;tood a while and ey'd them,</L>
<L>They little thought who &s;py'd them.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t they were imitating</L>
<L>What I'll forbear relating.</L>
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<HEAD>[2]</HEAD>
<L>When their Pa&s;time was over,</L>
<L>I gently trod the green,</L>
<L>To &s;urpri&s;e them and di&s;cover,</L>
<L>that their Frollick I had &s;een:</L>
<L>The one more nimble &s;ighted</L>
<L>She run as if &s;he was frighted;</L>
<L>The other not &s;urmizing,</L>
<L>I caught her ju&s;t a Ri&s;ing.</L>
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<HEAD>[3]</HEAD>
<L>And down again I pluckt her,</L>
<L>whil&s;t &s;he cry'd fie upon't;</L>
<L>And quickly did in&s;truct her</L>
<L>In what young Maidens want.</L>
<L>The other at a di&s;tance,</L>
<L>Came not to her a&s;&s;i&s;tance;</L>
<L>But &s;tamping, &s;tood and &s;aid,</L>
<L>Ah <HI>Moll,</HI> you're a wicked Jade.</L>
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<L>You fooli&s;h Girl, come hither</L>
<L>And do as I have done;</L>
<L>I'm &s;ure that you had rathes</L>
<L>be ki&s;s'd, than let alone:</L>
<L>He hath gotten in his Breeches</L>
<L>For Maids, a bag of Riches,</L>
<L>Which when you've in po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>You'll think it no tran&s;gre&s;&s;ion.</L>
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<HEAD>[5]</HEAD>
<L>With that the Wench drew nigher,</L>
<L>and I to meet her run;</L>
<L>Who&s;e heart was &s;et on fire</L>
<L>with &s;tanding to look on.</L>
<L>I on the gra&s;s did throw her,</L>
<L>And &s;oon began to &s;how her,</L>
<L>The plea&s;ing toyle of Nature,</L>
<L>That's lov'd by every Creature.</L>
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<HEAD>[6]</HEAD>
<L>She every moment ki&s;s'd me,</L>
<L>and cla&s;pt me in her Arms;</L>
<L>And cry'd, ye powers a&s;&s;i&s;t me,</L>
<L>to exerci&s;e new Charms,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t we our Joys were &s;haring,</L>
<L>The other &s;he &s;at &s;taring;</L>
<L>Which put me in mind to think on,</L>
<L>How the Devil look'd o'er <HI>Lincoln.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>[7]</HEAD>
<L>When our delights were over</L>
<L>&s;he blu&s;hing to me cry'd,</L>
<L>Good Sir, do not di&s;cover</L>
<L>what freedoms you've enjoy'd,</L>
<L>For when my Mi&s;tre&s;s knows it,</L>
<L>She'll take me to her Clo&s;et,</L>
<L>And beats me in her Anger</L>
<L>For ki&s;&s;ing with a &s;tranger.</L>
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<HEAD>[8]</HEAD>
<L>I all a&s;&s;urance gave her,</L>
<L>I'd keep it in my brea&s;t;</L>
<L>She ask'd me if I'd have her,</L>
<L>I an&s;wer'd yes in Je&s;t:</L>
<L>The other in a fury:</L>
<L>Cry'd, Oh you idle Whore you,</L>
<L>He's a Man that I have right in,</L>
<L>And &s;o they fell to fighting.</L>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> Charles Bates <HI>at the</HI> White-Hart <HI>in</HI> We&s;t-&s;mithfield.</P>
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