The jovial may-pole dancers: or, The merry morris. The tune is, Top and top gallant, &c. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03843 of text R227230 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing J1117). 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. 4 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 B03843 Wing J1117 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[144] 99887185 ocm99887185 181893 2264218617

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B03843) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 181893) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:3[144],) The jovial may-pole dancers: or, The merry morris. The tune is, Top and top gallant, &c. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for I[onah]. Deacon, at the Angel in Guiltspur-street., [London] : [between 1684-1695] Verse: "Rowland and Roger ..." Date of publication and publisher's name from Wing. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The jovial may-pole dancers: or, The merry morris. The tune is, Top and top gallant, &c. anon 1695 1 448 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-02 Sampled and proofread 2009-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE Jovial May-pole Dancers : OR The Merry Morris . The Tune is , Top and top-gallant , &c.

ROwland and Roger , with Bridget and Mary , William and Robert , with Susan and Sarah : And round round the May-Pole , they dance and skip it , The Baggipes they roar , and the Youngsters they trip it . Bridget she simper'd , and Rowland he kist her , And Susan she laught , till she almost bepist her : And round round the May-Pole , they dance and skip it , The Baggpipes , &c. Bridget had Roger , fast hold by the Jacket , And Roger had Bridget as fast by the Placket : And round round the May-pole , they dance , &c. Susan she clasped her William by th' middle , And William he all to beclaw'd her Bumfiddle : And round round the May-Pole , they dance and they skip it , The Baggpipes they roar , and the Youngsters they trip it .

Roger told Mary , that she was his Honey , And swore his Chops water'd , for her Troninony : And round round the May Pole , they dance , &c. Mary she simper'd , at Rogers Relation , And Roger perceiv'd that she pitty'd his passion : And round round the May-pole , they dance , &c Robert and Sarah did foot it so featly , That all the Beholders , did swear they danc'd neatly : And round round the May-Pole , they dance , &c The Dancers they sweat , and the Piper was weary , They threw him a Groat , and away they did hurry : Then at the next Ale-house , with Cake and stew'd Pruin They treated their Women and fell to their Wooing . Then with choise Songs , of the Oldest Collections , They Riggled themselves , in their Ladies affections : They sung and they roar'd , till the Landlord did swear , Their Charms were so strong , they would turn all his Beer Ale and stew'd Pruins , and Plum-Cake together , Now some say Tobacco , but I know not whether ; The Women were sick , the Reckoning disputing , The Men fell to fighting , the Women to Muting . In the midst of this hurry , appears a long Pole , And a greasie old Victualler , a Man of Controule ; Who commanded the Peace , and to part and not grumble Each Lad took his Lass , and so home they did tumble .

Printed for I. Deacon , at the Angel in Guiltspur-street .