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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>The Debtford Frollick; OR, A Hue and Cry after the Shag-Breeches.</HEAD>
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<L>Young VVomen all, both great and &s;mall,</L>
<L>That handleth Pot or Pail,</L>
<L>For &s;ome I hear, and greatly fear,</L>
<L>Do oft play with their Tayl.</L>
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<OPENER>Tune of, <HI>The fair One let me in.</HI></OPENER>
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<L>ONe night when blu&s;tering winds blew</L>
<L>and dusky was the Sky</L>
<L>Tho' I was feeble weak and old,</L>
<L>a watching then went I:</L>
<L>But cruel fate did prove unkind.</L>
<L>my grief did then begin;</L>
<L>And quite contrary to my mind,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>a &s;tranger he got in.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Two Keys unto my door I had,</L>
<L>as I did think it fit.</L>
<L>But now it makes me almo&s;t mad</L>
<L>I had &s;o little wit;</L>
<L>For when a watching I was gone</L>
<L>my &s;orrow did begin;</L>
<L>A wanton and a la&s;civious man</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>unknown to me got in.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Into the bed &s;traightway he went,</L>
<L>and hugg'd my loving Wife,</L>
<L>Who us'd to give me hearts content,</L>
<L>I lov'd her as my life,</L>
<L>And grieve to think &s;he &s;hould commit</L>
<L>&s;o foul and gro&s;&s;e a &s;in,</L>
<L>And let him do what was not fit,</L>
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<L><HI>when &s;he had let him in.</HI></L>
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<L>As they in &s;weet imbraces lay</L>
<L>I chanced to return,</L>
<L>And &s;poil'd the Game which they did play,</L>
<L>for which my wife did mourn</L>
<L>She told me &s;he was wondrous ill,</L>
<L>and thus &s;he did begin</L>
<L>With &s;hrieks &amp; groans &s;he made her moans</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>cau&s;e &s;he had let him in.</HI></L>
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<L>I willing was to go to bed</L>
<L>and off my breeches threw</L>
<L>She told me &s;he was almo&s;t dead,</L>
<L>and knew not what to do:</L>
<L>Dear love (quoth &s;he) a Cordial get,</L>
<L>my pains, my pains afre&s;h begin:</L>
<L>I little thought &s;he was &s;o naught</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>to let another in.</HI></L>
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<L>Away went I mo&s;t willingly</L>
<L>for my dear Spou&s;es &s;ake,</L>
<L>A pair of breeches on put I</L>
<L>which proved a mi&s;take;</L>
<L>I to the Apothecaries went</L>
<L>thinking her love to win.</L>
<L>A Cordial brave I ask'd to have,</L>
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<L><HI>not thinking who got in.</HI></L>
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<L>A Cordial was prepar'd for me</L>
<L>then thus I did reply:</L>
<L>At pre&s;ent I cannot pay thee,</L>
<L>but yet a&s;&s;uredly</L>
<L>To morrow I will come and pay;</L>
<L>my Pocket I felt in,</L>
<L>And there behold was &s;tore of Gold</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>the young&s;ter had brought in.</HI></L>
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</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Apothecary he did view</L>
<L>the Breeches I had on,</L>
<L>And them he &s;aid full well he knew</L>
<L>then him I &s;tar'd upon</L>
<L>How I by the&s;e Shag-Breeches came</L>
<L>to pau&s;e then did begin</L>
<L>At la&s;t thought I a&s;&s;uredly</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>&s;he let &s;ome Gallant in.</HI></L>
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<L>Away went I mo&s;t furiou&s;ly</L>
<L>this trick to think upon,</L>
<L>But when I came with grief and &s;ham<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="page cropped" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>the young&s;ter he was gone</L>
<L>I had his Watch and money too,</L>
<L>and I the horns did win;</L>
<L>But I am mad and mon&s;truous &s;ad</L>
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<L><HI>that &s;he had let him in.</HI></L>
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<L>Take warning, all both great and &s;mall</L>
<L>in women ne'r confide,</L>
<L>For &s;ome pretend to their lives end</L>
<L>they con&s;tant will abide</L>
<L>Pa&s;t all relief unto my grief,</L>
<L>I know they are prone to &s;in</L>
<L>And when you'r gone &s;ome other <UNCLEAR>men</UNCLEAR></L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>&s;ometimes may happen in.</HI></L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby</HI> at the <HI>Golden Ball</HI> in <HI>Pye-corner.</HI></P>
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