Young squire's frolic/The young squire's frolic

The YOUNG ’SQUIRE’S FROLICK.

THere was a young Captain was married of late,
It was to a young maid with a large estate,
He was a sea Captain, and bound for the sea,
And before he was bedded be was called away.

⁠There was a young ’Squire that lived hard by,
He went to the lady, resolved to try,
Saying, The Captain your husband’s gone from home,
I’ll make him a cuckold before he return.

⁠Early the next morning: the ’Squire he arose,
He dress’d himself in the best of his clothes;
With his footman, and coachman, and butler so fine,
He goes up to the Lady and bids her be kind.

⁠He took her in his arms, and gave her a kiss,
Saying, A slice off a cut loaf will never be miss’d;
Says, Sir, You talk to me like one that is poor,
The Captain my husband will call me a whore.

⁠Then to bed the Lady and ’Squire did go,
The housemaid and footman did follow also:
The cook and the coachman lay in the next room,
And the butler lay in the garret with Joan.

⁠At night they did sport, & when day-light did come,
Five guineas he offer’d for daughters or sons;
Well then said the ’Squire, you need not to fear,
For I’ve father’d a score this very same year.

⁠When six months were over and seven were past,
This slender young Lady grew thick in the waist.
When eight months were over & nine they were gone,
The very same night the Captain came home.

⁠He took her in his arms and did her embrace.
He said. My dear jewel, you grow thick in the waist,
’Tis nothing but fat my dear,———she did say,
Would you have me grow slender when you are at sea,

⁠When supper was over they sat in the hall.
This slender young Lady gave a loud squall.
The cholic, the cholic, the cholic, she cries,
I’m so bad with the cholic I’m sure I shall die.

⁠The doctor was sent for, and when he came there,
He order’d the housemaid a drink to prepare:
The housemaid answered in the next room,
I’m so bad with the cholic I connot come down.

⁠The doctor went up her pulse for to feel,
She said, I am sick from the head to the heel ;
The doctor he smiles, and then shook his head,
Said, My dear, you’ll be better when brought to bed.

⁠The midwife was sent for, when she came there,
She deliver’d the Lady of a beautiful heir,
She delivered the housemaid then with the same,
The cookmaid and Joan made an end of the game.

⁠The Captain drew a chair and bid her draw near,
And for the joke sake, I forgive you my dear;
There is one thing more, tell it if you can,
If the four babies were got by one man.

⁠There was a young ’Squire that did me beguile,
And three of his servants got my maids with child;
So then said the Captain, I don’t care for that,
For that very night I had a merry carrant.

⁠Unto the West Indies away I did steer,
I met a young damsel, her beauty shone clear;
I ask’d her a question,-she did not me deny,
I got her with child, and I bid her good-bye.