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<HEAD>An ANSWER to the MAIDENS Frollick: OR, THE Taylors Re&s;olution to be Reveng'd of the&s;e Petticoat Pre&s;s-Ma&s;ters, by Bob|tailing their Gowns and Petticoats for the future, more than ever they have done heretofore.</HEAD>
<OPENER><HI>To the Tune of,</HI> An Orange.</OPENER>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Licen&s;ed according to Order.</HEAD>
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<L>'TIS not long ago, good People you know,</L>
<L>Since Six Lu&s;ty Maids did a Frollicking go,</L>
<L>In Tarpolling Dre&s;s, <HI>Jone, Bridget,</HI> and <HI>Be&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>Like Lu&s;ty &s;tout Seamen they ventur'd to Pre&s;s</L>
<L><HI>Fourteen Taylors.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Now when they were told, the&s;e Pre&s;s-ma&s;ters bold,</L>
<L>Were none but Six La&s;&s;es &s;carce Twenty years old,</L>
<L>The Taylors they &s;wore and their Noddles they Tore,</L>
<L>Saying, was ever Work-men &s;o &s;erved before,</L>
<L><HI>as we Taylors?</HI></L>
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<L>Quoth <HI>William We&s;tgate,</HI> &s;uch Frollicks I hate,</L>
<L>Why &s;hould we poor Taylors be &s;erv'd at this rate?</L>
<L><HI>Jone</HI> &s;he did me take, and my Collar did &s;hake,</L>
<L>Then haul'd me away like a Bear to the Stake,</L>
<L><HI>a poor Taylor.</HI></L>
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<L>Quoth <HI>Anthony Bright,</HI> Why did&s;t thou not fight,</L>
<L>And put tho&s;e young Petticoat Sparks to the flight?</L>
<L>Had I been in place then no Female Race</L>
<L>Should never a proved &s;o high a Di&s;grace</L>
<L><HI>to we Taylors.</HI></L>
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<L>Said <HI>VVill.</HI> had I known, <HI>Nan, Bridget,</HI> and <HI>Jone</HI></L>
<L>Had been the Pre&s;sma&s;ters, they &s;oon &s;hould have fown,</L>
<L>For calling my Wife &s;he'd a ended the &s;trife;</L>
<L>But for my own part I ne'er fought in my life,</L>
<L><HI>I'm a Taylor.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>A Night and a Day confined we lay,</L>
<L>Although we did often both &s;igh, beg, and pray,</L>
<L><HI>Ralph, Richard,</HI> and <HI>Ben</HI> and <HI>Shon ap Morgen,</HI></L>
<L>In all we were Thirteen or Fourteen &s;tout Men,</L>
<L><HI>Hone&s;t Taylors.</HI></L>
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<L>Thus were we abus'd, and cruelly us'd,</L>
<L>For which the&s;e young La&s;&s;es &s;hall near be excus'd;</L>
<L>A Coun&s;el we'll call for to puni&s;h them all,</L>
<L>We'll &s;how them no mercy nor pity at all,</L>
<L><HI>as we are Taylors.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>To this they agreed, and thus they proceed,</L>
<L>To &s;ummons all Taylors that could Write &amp; Read,</L>
<L>Their Sorrows to note, and give in their Vote,</L>
<L>How much &s;ilk or &s;tuff &s;hould be pinch'd from a Coat,</L>
<L><HI>by the Taylors.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Our wrongs to repair, from Garments Maids wear,</L>
<L>This mu&s;t be performed with dexterous care;</L>
<L>'Tis known to be true, one Yard is our due,</L>
<L>But now in revenge we re&s;olve to take two</L>
<L><HI>for the Taylors.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Down to the <HI>Maypole</HI> tho&s;e Taylors did troule,</L>
<L>And there did they meet o'er a cheri&s;hing Bowl,</L>
<L><HI>Ralph, Richard,</HI> and <HI>Ned,</HI> the&s;e three was the head,</L>
<L>They call for Six Pots, &amp; Twelve dozen of Bread,</L>
<L><HI>like brave Taylors.</HI></L>
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<L>The Court being &s;et, the Taylors all met,</L>
<L>Good lack, if the Devil come there with his Net,</L>
<L>Of both Rich and Poor he had gotten great &s;tore,</L>
<L>They &s;ay there was &s;urely three hundred and more,</L>
<L><HI>and all Taylors.</HI></L>
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<L>Then <HI>Shon ap Morgen</HI> hur thus did begin,</L>
<L>Cuds-plutter-a-nails hur believes 'tis no Sin,</L>
<L>To cou&s;en each Shade which did us degrade,</L>
<L>And Cabbage hur knows do's belong to the Trade</L>
<L><HI>of the Taylors.</HI></L>
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<L>They all did agree from &s;ix yards to &s;teal three,</L>
<L>That the&s;e wanton La&s;&s;es now puni&s;h'd might be,</L>
<L>Wel&s;h <HI>Shone's</HI> in a huff, &s;aid that's not enough</L>
<L>Hur means to &s;teal all, and for&s;wear Silk &amp; Stuff,</L>
<L><HI>like a Taylor.</HI></L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Black.</P>
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