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<HEAD>ENFIELD Common: OR, THE Young Dam&s;el Cured OF THE GREEN SICKNESS By a Lu&s;ty Gallant, VVho happen'd to meet her in the Mid'&s;t of <HI>Enfield</HI> Common.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To an Excellent New Tune.</OPENER>
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<L>ON <HI>Enfield Common</HI> I met a Woman,</L>
<L>a bringing of her Water to the Town,</L>
<L>Said <HI>I</HI> fair Maiden, you're heavy laden,</L>
<L>I'll light and give you ea&s;e in a green Gown,</L>
<L>Says &s;he, 'tis good Sir, to &s;tir the Blood Sir,</L>
<L>for the Green-&s;ickne&s;s, Friend, will make me like it,</L>
<L>Then in a minute I left my Ginnet,</L>
<L>and went a&s;ide with her into a Thicket,</L>
<L>Then with her leave there, a do&s;e I gave her,</L>
<L>&s;he &s;traight confe&s;s'd her Sickne&s;s I did nick it.</L>
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<L>I went to leave her, but this did grieve her,</L>
<L>for panting on the Gra&s;s &s;he did, complain,</L>
<L>Saying Phy&s;ician, my &s;ick Condition,</L>
<L>I fear will &s;uddenly return again,</L>
<L>If you deny me, and don't &s;upply me,</L>
<L>with many Potions of your &s;weete&s;t plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Then prithee Gallant improve thy Tallant,</L>
<L>&s;ince we have Opportunity and Lei&s;ure,</L>
<L>With &s;uch like Greeting my pritty Sweeting,</L>
<L>&s;he &s;eem'd to pre&s;s upon me out of mea&s;ure.</L>
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<L>'Twas &s;ummer weather, we &s;at together,</L>
<L>and chatted all the plea&s;ant afternoon,</L>
<L>No one was near us, to over hear us,</L>
<L>at length I &s;aid I'd put my Pipes in Tune,</L>
<L>To give a Gli&s;ter, with that I Ki&s;s'd her,</L>
<L>&s;he cry'd another fit does round me hover,</L>
<L>With the green Ru&s;hes I'll vail my Blu&s;hes,</L>
<L>for in my Cheeks I know you may di&s;cover,</L>
<L>What's my de&s;ire; Love never Tire,</L>
<L>for Oh! I long, I long to be a Mother.</L>
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<L>With that I told her, that I would hold her</L>
<L>a Guinea to a Groat it &s;hould be &s;o,</L>
<L>In nine months after, a Son or Daughter,</L>
<L>will be your lucky lot Dear love I know,</L>
<L>Quoth &s;he you vapour, and draw your Rapour,</L>
<L>but yet methinks too &s;oon you &s;eem to tire,</L>
<L>I'll lay a &s;hilling if you are willing,</L>
<L>that nine Months hence I have not my de&s;ire,</L>
<L>Except you'll venter, once more to enter,</L>
<L>Alas! the name of Mother I admire.</L>
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<L>Becau&s;e I'd ea&s;e her, and fully plea&s;e her,</L>
<L>I took a Lodging for my <HI>Enfield</HI> La&s;s,</L>
<L>Who was a Beauty and knew her Duty,</L>
<L>the night we did in youthful plea&s;ures pa&s;s,</L>
<L>With melting Bli&s;&s;es and Charming Ki&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>on downy Beds &s;ecure from Wind or Weather,</L>
<L>And in the Morning by days adorning,</L>
<L>we 'ro&s;e and drank a Gla&s;s of Wine together,</L>
<L>With joys I crown'd her, for then I found her,</L>
<L>to have a heart far lighter than a feather.</L>
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<LG>
<L>I having cur'd her, likewi&s;e a&s;&s;ur'd her,</L>
<L>if e're it was my luck to come that way,</L>
<L>I'd pawn my honour to call upon her,</L>
<L>but for that time I could no longer &s;tay;</L>
<L>The loving creature, of pure good nature,</L>
<L>&s;he gave me twenty ki&s;&s;es when we parted,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e &s;he never had found &s;uch favour,</L>
<L>in loves &s;oft plea&s;ures to be &s;o diverted,</L>
<L>Then &s;traight I mounted, for why I counted,</L>
<L>'twas time I had her company de&s;erted.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>Charles Bates</HI> at the Sun and Bible in <HI>Pye-corner.</HI></P>
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