The WANTON VIRGINS FRIGHTENED.
ALL you that delight in a jocular song,
Come listen unto me a while, Sir,
I will engage you shall not tarry long,
before it will make you to smile, Sir.
Near to the town there liv'd an old man,
had three pretty maids to his daughters,
Of whom I shall tell such a story anon,
will tickle your fancy with laughter.
The old man he had in his garden a pond,
'twas very fine summer weather,
The daughters one night, they were all very fond,
to go and bathe in it together.
Which they all agreed, but happ'ned to be,
espy'd by a youth in the house, Sir;
Who got in the garden, and climb'd up a tree,
and there lay as snug as a mouse, Sir.
The branch where he sat hung over the pond,
and each puff of wind made it totter:
Pleas'd with the thoughts he should sit so abscond,
and see them go into the water.
When the old man was safe in his bed,
the daughters to the pond repair'd, Sir,
One to the other two, laughing, she said,
as high as our bubbles we'll venture.
Upon the tender green grass they sat down,
and they all were of delicate feature;
Each, pull'd off her petticoats, smock and gown,
no sight could ever be sweeter.
