The hackney damsells pastime, or, A summer evening frollick. To a pleasant new tune, much in request. This may be printed, R.P. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03649 of text N17639 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing H176). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B03649 Wing H176 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[14] 99887391 ocm99887391 182100 2240882172

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B03649) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182100) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:1[14]) The hackney damsells pastime, or, A summer evening frollick. To a pleasant new tune, much in request. This may be printed, R.P. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : music. Printed for Charles Bates at the White-Hart in West-smithfield., [London] : [not before 1690] Place and date of publication from Wing. Verse: "One evening, in hot weather ..." Printed in two columns. Reproduction of original in the British Library. filmed copy at UMI Tracts Supplement reel A3 is imperfect, mutilated affecting text. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The hackney damsells pastime, or, A summer evening frollick. To a pleasant new tune, much in request. This may be printed, R.P. anon 1690 1 491 0 0 0 10 0 0 2036.66 F The rate of 2036.66 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-09 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-12 Sampled and proofread 2008-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Hackney Damsells PASTIME , OR , A Summer Evening FROLLICK . To a pleasant new Tune , much in Request .

This may be Printed ,

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[1] ONE Evening , in hot weather , I through a Grove did pass , And saw two Maids together , sit sporting on the grass : I stood a while and ey'd them , They little thought who spy'd them . Whilst they were imitating What I 'll forbear relating . [2] When their Pastime was over , I gently trod the green , To surprise them and discover , that their Frollick I had seen : The one more nimble sighted She run as if she was frighted ; The other not surmizing , I caught her just a Rising . [3] And down again I pluckt her , whilst she cry'd fie upon 't ; And quickly did instruct her In what young Maidens want . The other at a distance , Came not to her assistance ; But stamping , stood and said , Ah Moll , you 're a wicked Jade . [4] You foolish Girl , come hither And do as I have done ; I 'm sure that you had rathes be kiss'd , than let alone : He hath gotten in his Breeches For Maids , a bag of Riches , Which when you 've in possession , You 'll think it no transgression . [5] With that the Wench drew nigher , and I to meet her run ; Whose heart was set on fire with standing to look on . I on the grass did throw her , And soon began to show her , The pleasing toyle of Nature , That 's lov'd by every Creature . [6] She every moment kiss'd me , and claspt me in her Arms ; And cry'd , ye powers assist me , to exercise new Charms , Whilst we our Joys were sharing , The other she sat staring ; Which put me in mind to think on , How the Devil look'd o'er Lincoln . [7] When our delights were over she blushing to me cry'd , Good Sir , do not discover what freedoms you 've enjoy'd , For when my Mistress knows it , She 'll take me to her Closet , And beats me in her Anger For kissing with a stranger . [8] I all assurance gave her , I 'd keep it in my breast ; She ask'd me if I 'd have her , I answer'd yes in Jest : The other in a fury : Cry'd , Oh you idle Whore you , He 's a Man that I have right in , And so they fell to fighting .

Printed for Charles Bates at the White-Hart in West-smithfield .