A SONG.
1.
OH ho boyes, soh ho boyes,
Come away boyes,
And bring me my longing desire;
A Lasse th••t is near,
And can do the feat,
When lusty young blood is on fire.
Sportive vvit the muses merriment, a new spring of lusty drollery, joviall fancies, and a la mode lamponnes, on some heroic persons of these late times, never before exposed to the publick view / collected for the publick good by a club of sparkling wits, viz. C.J., B.J., L.M., W.T., cum multis alsis----
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- Sportive vvit the muses merriment, a new spring of lusty drollery, joviall fancies, and a la mode lamponnes, on some heroic persons of these late times, never before exposed to the publick view / collected for the publick good by a club of sparkling wits, viz. C.J., B.J., L.M., W.T., cum multis alsis----
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- 1656.
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"Sportive vvit the muses merriment, a new spring of lusty drollery, joviall fancies, and a la mode lamponnes, on some heroic persons of these late times, never before exposed to the publick view / collected for the publick good by a club of sparkling wits, viz. C.J., B.J., L.M., W.T., cum multis alsis----." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A54795.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 14, 2024.
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2.
Let her body be tall,
And her wast•• ••e but small,
And her age not above fifteen;
Let her feare for no bed,
But let us here spread
Our mantle upon the Green.
3.
Let her have a cherry lip,
Where I Nectar my sip,
Le•• her eyes ••e as black as a ••low;
Tangling locks I doe love,
So those that hang above
Be the same of what's growing below.
4.
Let her face be faire,
And her br••sts be bare,
And •• voyce let her have that can wa••ble,
Let her belly be ••oft,
To mount me aloft,
Let her bounding buttocks be of marble,
Oh such a bonny lasse
May bring wonders to passe,
And make me grow younger and younger,
And when I dapart,
She'l be mad at the heart,
That I am able to stand to'•• no longer.
FINIS.