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<DATE>2008-09-04</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<VID>182079</VID>
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<HEAD>You'l never get her up, Or, Love in a Tree.</HEAD>
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<P><HI>Being a Plea&s;ant new Song, &s;hewing how a Maid was got with Child, without lying with a Man.</HI></P>
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<OPENER><HI>To the Tune of <HI>Buggering Oats prepare thy Neck.</HI></HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L><HI>A</HI> Week ago as I did walk</L>
<L>When it was almo&s;t twilight</L>
<L>Near to the Cage in St. <HI>Jame&s;es</HI> Park,</L>
<L>Appeared to my ey-&s;ight,</L>
<L>I their e&s;py'd a Souldier gay,</L>
<L>That was both brisk and airy,</L>
<L>But could not tell by any way</L>
<L>What might his bu&s;ine&s;s there be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When I came nearer I perceiv'd</L>
<L>He had a Wench before him</L>
<L>He &s;huv'd her up again&s;t a Tree</L>
<L>As if that he was boring:</L>
<L>I &s;taid a while and laugh'd at</L>
<L>For I had got a cup Sir,</L>
<L>And cry'd pray turn her Face about</L>
<L>Or you'l nere get her up Sir.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The Souldier then replyed to me,</L>
<L>Is it &s;o &s;trange an Object</L>
<L>To &s;ee a Souldier at his Po&s;t</L>
<L>Beget the King a Subject,</L>
<L>He handled then his Arms &s;o well,</L>
<L>And called me incompoop too:</L>
<L>And &s;aid i'le neither turn her round,</L>
<L>Nor &s;trive to get her up joe.</L>
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<LG>
<L>With that his match he bravely cock'd</L>
<L>Pre&s;ented and gave Fire,</L>
<L>She opened to the right and left</L>
<L>Di&s;daining to retire,</L>
<L>The Bullets they did fly about</L>
<L>And boldly he did venter,</L>
<L>He with con&s;ent of both the &s;ides</L>
<L>The Sally Port did enter.</L>
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<LG>
<L>At every motion of his Brea&s;t</L>
<L>The Bandeleirs did rattle,</L>
<L>And every to&s;s went too and fro</L>
<L>Did repre&s;ent a Battle,</L>
<L>The Bird-Cage it was hard at hand</L>
<L>And every Bird did chatter,</L>
<L>The Crane, the Vulture and the Crow</L>
<L>Cry'd Souldier now have at her.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The Soldier he did win the Field</L>
<L>His Sword he &s;o well handed,</L>
<L>He had much ado to make her yield</L>
<L>That he &s;hould be disbanded,</L>
<L>And now the loving Combats o're</L>
<L>No longer &s;he could tarry,</L>
<L>And &s;he went off with all the Spoil</L>
<L>I wi&s;h her nere mi&s;carry.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But in &s;hort time this hand&s;ome Maid</L>
<L>Her Belly &s;well'd up higher</L>
<L>And &s;he did &s;eriou&s;ly affirm</L>
<L>No Man lay, with or by her,</L>
<L>Therefore the neighbours all conclude</L>
<L>Some wanton Fellow by night</L>
<L>Had &s;tol'n away her Maiden-head</L>
<L>When &s;he did &s;leep at twilight.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Her Mi&s;tre&s;s &s;ometimes call'd her Whore,</L>
<L>And &s;aid &s;he'd not believe her,</L>
<L>The &s;kilful Doctors all conclude</L>
<L>A Tympany did grieve her,</L>
<L>But then &s;he Soldier came again</L>
<L>To have the other round bout</L>
<L>By what he &s;peak in merry mood</L>
<L>The Riddle all was found out.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Maid brought forth a pretty Youth</L>
<L>As ever eye did &s;ee joy,</L>
<L>And all the Neighbours there in truth</L>
<L>Call it the Green-wood Tree Boy,</L>
<L>You Maidens that are kind and free</L>
<L>Walk to the Park by twilight.</L>
<L>And take a Touch oth Green-wood Tree</L>
<L>'Tis good to clear your eye&s;ight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let this to youngmen warning be</L>
<L>For they do often wild goe.</L>
<L>How they help Maids to climb the Tree,</L>
<L>For fear they do with Child go</L>
<L>Though you ith Gravey Gap will play</L>
<L>And take thereof a &s;up Sir,</L>
<L>Yet turn her Face the other way</L>
<L>Or you'l nere get her up Sir.</L>
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<P><HI>Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-Corner.</HI></P>
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