Westminster-drollery, or, A choice collection of the newest songs & poems both at court and theaters by a person of quality ; with additions.

The Drawing of Valentines The tune, Madams Iig.

1.

THere was, and there was, And I ma••••y was there, A Crew on S. Valentines Eve did meet together, And every Lad had his particular Lass there, And drawing of Valentines caused their Coming thither. Then Mr. Iohn drew Mrs. Ione f••••st, Sir. And Mrs. Ione would fain a drawn Iohn an' she Durst, Sir. So Mr. William drew Mrs. Gillian the next, Sir; And Mrs. Gillian not drawing of William, Was vex't, Sir,

2.

They then did jumble all in the ha•• together, And each did promise them to draw 'em fair Sir: But Mrs. Hester vow'd that she had rather Draw Mr. Kester then any that was there Sir: So Mr. Kester drew with Mrs. Hester then Sir: And Mrs. Hester drew Mr. Kester agen Sir: And Mr. Harry drew Mrs. Mary featly, And Mrs. Mary did draw Mr. Harry as neatly.

3.

They all together then resolved to draw Sir, And every one desir'd to draw their Friend Sir; But Mr. Richard did keep 'em so in aw Sir, And told 'em then they ne're should make an end Sir, So Mr. Richard drew Mrs. Bridget squarely, And Mrs. Bridget drew Mr. Richard as fairly: But Mr. Hugh drew Mrs. Su but slily, And Mrs. Su did draw Mr. Hugh as wily.

4.

Thus have you heard o'th' twelve that lately drew Sir: How every one would fain their Friend have drawn And now there's left to draw but four o'••h crew Sir, And each did promise his Lass an ell of Lawn Sir. So Mr. Watty drew Mrs. Katy but slightly, And Mrs. Katy did draw Mr. Watty as lightly: But Mr. Thomas in drawing of Annis too fast Sir. Made Mrs. Annis to draw Mr. Thomas at last Sir.

5.

And there is an ••nd, and an and, and an end of my Song, Sir, Of Ionne and Iony, and William and Gillian too Sir, To Kester and Hester, and Harry and Mary belong Sir, Both Richard and Bridget, and Hugh, and honest Sue, Sir, But Watty and Katy, and Thomas and Annis here, Sir. Are the only four that now do bring up the Rear Sir: Then ev'ry one i'••h' Tavern cry amain Sir, And staid till drawing there had fill'd their brain, Sir.