Kentish Dick, or, The Lusty coach-man of Westminster with an account how he tickled the young lasses, and caused their sad lamentation : tune of, Let Mary live long.

KENTISH DICK ; OR , THE Lusty Coach-Man of Westminster . With an Account how he Tickled the Young Lasses , and caused their sad Lamentation . Tune of , Let Mary live long .

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IN Westminster town , you there may discover , a wavering lover ; The tawny and brown , as well as the fair , He will commonly court , He is right for the sport : a Coach-man by trade , Stout brawny young Richard , Stout brawny young Richard , a delicate blade . He came out of Kent , with delicate triming , for pleasing young women ; He give 's them content , wherever he goes : He 'll have at them all , Both the short and the tall , and follows the trade : His name is stout Richard , His name is stout Richard , a brawny young blade .

He 's loath to be ty'd , to any one woman ; he love's to live common , The name of a bride , he cannot endure : When he 's weary of one , To another he 'll run , now this is the trade Of lusty stout Richard , Of lusty stout Richard , that dexterous blade . He 's wanton and wild , a Stallion he passes , and five or six lasses , Are gotten with child by him , as I hear ; Yet he 'll marry with none , Though they make their sad moan , but does them degrade : A brawny young fellow , A brawny young fellow , a dexterous blade . Dear Richard , one crys , behold my condition , with humble submission , And watry eyes , your love I intreat , Tell me , when we shall wed ? You have my maiden-head . he does her degrade , And swears he 'll not marry , And swears he 'll not marry , no impudent jade . She told him again , when first he did use her , he would not abuse her ; Yet this was in vain , like Hector he swore , That he 'd never be ty'd , To any one bride : thus did he degrade , The poor loving creature , The poor loving creature , that once was a maid , A horrible crime , some says , their is seven , and others eleven , At this very time , with child by this spark ; Who does waddle about , For to find the knave out , that does them degrade : He crys he hath knickt it , He crys he hath knickt it , an impudent blade . We●ll geld him says one , of nutmegs we 'll free him , if ever we see him , Or he 'll over-run all maids of the town : Let 's sever from him , That unruly limb , which did us degrade ; He is , I must tell you , He is , I must tell you , an impudent blade .