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<HEAD>THE THREE Buxome Maids of Yoel: OR, The Plea&s;ant Entreague betwixt them and a Country Sive-maker, who left a large Reckning to pay for their Pi&s;&s;ing in the Sive.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>The Guinny wins her.</HI></OPENER>
<P>Licen&s;ed according to Order.</P>
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<L>PRay li&s;ten to this Ditty,</L>
<L>for it will make you merry,</L>
<L>Three La&s;&s;es fair and pretty,</L>
<L>was treated with canary,</L>
<L>In-Yoel by a loving Friend,</L>
<L>Who, it &s;eems, did cry, Did Sides to mend;</L>
<L>a jolly bonny Blade,</L>
<L>and as he cry'd his trade,</L>
<L>it was his chance to meet,</L>
<L>the&s;e La&s;&s;es in the &s;treet,</L>
<L>which he re&s;olv'd to tread</L>
<L>With wine for they were in come, bri<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="3 letters"> and fine.</L>
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<L>The fir&s;t was mincing <HI>Sarah,</HI></L>
<L>the &s;econd buxome <HI>Betty,</HI></L>
<L>The third young mode&s;t <HI>Marry,</HI></L>
<L>all La&s;&s;es fair and pretty;</L>
<L>With him they to a Tavern went;</L>
<L>For to &s;pend the day in &s;weet content;</L>
<L>the Side-maker and they,</L>
<L>would froliek, &s;port and play,</L>
<L>and call for liquour &s;tore,</L>
<L>making the Tavern roar;</L>
<L>the Side-maker he &s;wore</L>
<L>That he, would tickle there above the knee.</L>
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<L>Brisk <HI>Betty</HI> did not fear him,</L>
<L>but bid him u&s;e his plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>And &s;traight the &s;at down near him,</L>
<L>he kill her out of mea&s;ure;</L>
<L>At which young <HI>Sarah</HI> &s;eem'd to frown,</L>
<L>And her tears in &s;orrow trickl'd down,</L>
<L>becau&s;e he ki&s;t her fir&s;t,</L>
<L>who was the very wor&s;t;</L>
<L>But pretty Girls, &s;aid he,</L>
<L>let's lovingly agree,</L>
<L>and do not pre&s;s on me</L>
<L>So fa&s;t, I'll &s;erve you all alike at la&s;t.</L>
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<L>Quoth <HI>Mary,</HI> I admire</L>
<L>your tender kind embraces,</L>
<L>It hithtens our de&s;ire,</L>
<L>when we are joyning faces;</L>
<L>By true experience this I know,</L>
<L>Therefore I declare before we go,</L>
<L>the Side-maker &s;hall be,</L>
<L>both loving, kind and free.</L>
<L>Sweet La&s;&s;es, he reply'd,</L>
<L>nothing &s;hall be deny'd,</L>
<L>if with a flowing tide</L>
<L>You'll fill, this Sive here with your water-mill.</L>
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<L><HI>Be&s;s</HI> knew it mu&s;t he vented,</L>
<L>&s;he was not for denying,</L>
<L>The re&s;t likewi&s;e con&s;ented,</L>
<L>their flood-gates they let flying;</L>
<L>He held the Sive, they pour'd it in,</L>
<L><HI>Betty</HI>'s engine play'd above his chin,</L>
<L>and blinded both his eyes,</L>
<L>he in a pa&s;&s;ion cries,</L>
<L>I can't endure the &s;mart,</L>
<L>it cuts me to the heart;</L>
<L>with that he did depart</L>
<L>Away, and left them all the &s;hot to pay.</L>
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<L>They laught to &s;ee him &s;cour,</L>
<L>and call'd for more canary;</L>
<L>Then waiting there an hour,</L>
<L>at length quoth mode&s;t <HI>Mary,</HI></L>
<L>I fear that he will come no more,</L>
<L>Therefore let us call to knew the &s;core;</L>
<L>to this they &s;traight agreed,</L>
<L>the Drawer came with &s;peed,</L>
<L>and cry'd without delay,</L>
<L>you mu&s;t ten &s;hillings pay,</L>
<L>before you go your way,</L>
<L>'Tis true, this made the La&s;&s;es all look ble<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="2+ letters">.</L>
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<L>Tho' joys they had been reaping,</L>
<L>yet &s;eeing they were wor&s;ted,</L>
<L>Poor Girls, they feel a weeping,</L>
<L>and wanted to be tru&s;ted;</L>
<L>The Drawer he began to rave,</L>
<L>He would pre&s;ent &s;atisfaction have;</L>
<L>they having then no &s;tock,</L>
<L>Each Dam&s;el pawn'd her &s;mook,</L>
<L>which was of dowlas fine;</L>
<L>to pay for bread and wine,</L>
<L>then went away at nine,</L>
<L>And &s;wore, they'd never pi&s;s in Sives no more.</L>
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<P><HI>London:</HI> Printed for <HI>J. Blare,</HI> at the &s;ign of the <HI>Looking-gla&s;s</HI> on <HI>London-bridge.</HI></P>
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