TOTTINGHAM Frolick
As I came from Tottingham
Upon a Market-day,
There I met with a bonny Lass
Cloathed all in Gray,
Her Journey was to London,
With Butter-milk and Whey.
To come Down adown,
To come Down, down a down a.
Sweet-heart quoth he,
You're well overtook,
With that she cast her Head aside,
And lent to him a Look;
Then presently these two
Both Hands together shook;
To come, &c.
And as they rode together,
A long side by side,
The Maiden it so chanced,
Her Garter was unty'd;
For fear that she should lose it,
Look here, Sweet-heart, he cry'd,
Your Garter is down a down, &c.
Good Sir, quoth she,
I pray you take the Pain,
To do so much for me,
As to take it up again,
With a good will, quoth he,
When I come to yonder Plain,
I will take you down, &c.
And when they came unto the Place,
Upon the Grass so green,
The Maid she held her Legs so wide,
The Young man slipt between,
Such tying of a Garter,
You have but seldom seen.
To come down, &c.
Then she rose up again,
And thank'd him for his pain:
He took her by the middle small,
And Kiss'd her once again:
Her Journey was to London,
And he from Highgate came,
To come down, &c.
Thus Tibb of Tottingham,
She lost her Maiden-head,
But yet it is no matter,
It stood her in small stead,
For it did often trouble her,
As she lay in her Bed.
To come down, &c.
But when all her Butter-milk,
And her Whey was sold,
The loss of her Maiden-head,
It waxed very cold:
But that which will away,
Is very hard to hold.
To come, &c.
You Maids, you Wives, and Widows,
That now do hear my Song,
If any young man proffer Kindness,
Pray take it short, or long;
For there is no such Comfort
As lying with a Man.
To come Down a down,
To come Down, down a down a.
From Thomas D'Urfey, Wit and Mirth: Or Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1719-20: IV, 179-181. Left-click on the staff notation for a midi rendition.
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