We are faft, back a ftern what ye may ; She's a Jade, she's so mad, She's a Scragg, for your lives cut away. Though we have met with misfortune already, Come this is no difgrace, Our Mates will be faft without doubt; Just a stern; jolly Hearts, pull about. Pull briskly for there fhe's rifen very fair, Back a stern, it is up to the Strap, (row'd, Well done Tom, bravely throw'd, chearly Lads, bravely 'Tis not always we meet with mishap, Veer out Warp, let her run, She will quickly have done? Well done, Mate; 'twas a brave second stroke, Now the jerks, who can work? Veer out Warp; fhe tows sharp, Hang the Black smith our Launce it is broke. Pull a head, hale in Warp, for she tows not so sharp, Fit a Launce, let us try, if we can by and by Bravely throw'd, jolly Lad, She's nothing nigh so mad As fhe was; t'other Launce may do good; To her Womb, makes her foam, The The business is done, launce no more, let's alone, Let's take her in a Tow, and all Hands ftoutly row; And the Seas bigger grow, Well row'd, Mate; hey for Kate, Come turn up the Boats, let's put on our Coats, Let's comfort our Hearts, e'ry Man his two Quarts, Bring your Hooks and your Knives, And let none lie a bed like a Lubber; To have done before Noon: That the Carts may come down for the Blubber. 13 I 4 The The Farmer's Daughter of Wakefield. D OWN in the North Country, As ancient Reports do tell, There a lies a famous Country Town, And in this Country Town, A Farmer there did dwell, Whose Daughter would to Market go, As she was travelling a long, I am a Maid and fhall be undone, Over Hills and Mountains high, I have been travelling many a Mile, Than this by a full long Mile. The Shepherd fate him down, The fair Maid she drew nigh He pull'd out his Bagpipes wond'rous sweet, He He play'd her such a Tune, That he made this fair Maid Sing, O! Shepherd, O! Shepherd, quoth she, I pray now play it me ov'r again, As he had done before, And gave this fair Maid much delight, It pleas'd her more and more. My dearest Swain, quoth she, And, if ever I chance to lofe my Way, The Baffled Knight, or Policy. the Lady's HERE was a Knight was drunk with Wine, TH a riding along the way, Sir, And there he did meet with a Lady fine, and among the Cocks of Hay, Sir. One Favour he did crave of her, and ask'd her to lay her down, Sir, But he had neither Cloth nor Sheet, to keep her from the Ground, Sir. There is a great Dew upon the Grass, I have a Cloak of Scarlet-red, And if you'll go to my Father's Hall, Oh yonder ftands my Milk-white Steed, If the King's Penner should chance to come, I have a Ring upon my Finger, it's made of the finest Gold, Love And |