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The Jolly Waggoner.

AS I was a driving my Waggon one Day,
I met a young Damsel, tight, buxom, and gay:
I kindly accosted her with a low Bow,
 And I felt my whole Body I cannot tell how.
  Hey gee Dobin, gee ho Dobin, gee gee ho Dobin,
  gee ho, gee ho.

 I longed to be at her, and gave her a Kiss,
She thought me but civil, nor took it amiss;
I knew no recalling the Minutes were past,
So began to make Hay while the Sun-shine did last.
  Hey gee Dobin, &c.

 I've six Score of Sheep, and each Ram has his Ewe,
And my Cows when they lack, to the Person's go;
We are made for each other, so prithee comply,
She blush'd, her Eyes twinkI'd, she could not tell why.
  O poor Jenny, &c.

 I kiss'd her again, reply'd with Disdain,
No Kisses I want, prithee take them again;
Then whisper'd me softly, the Weather was hot,
And her Mind run on Something, she could not tell what.
  O poor Jenny, &c.

 Then down in my Waggon this Damsel I laid,
But still I kept driving, for Driving's my Trade,
I ruffl'd her Feathers, and tickl'd her Scut,
And I play'd her round Rubbers at two-handed Put.
  O brave Roger, Drive on Roger, &c.

 Her Breasts they were soft and as white as new Cream,
And her Motion kept Time with the Bells of my Team,

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