,
By the Feathers she wore:
'Till furious Love sallying,
At last he fell dallying,
And down, down he got him,
But oh! oh how sweet, and how soft at the Bottom.

The Shepherdess blushing,
To think what she'd done;
Away from the Shepherd,
She fain wou'd have run:
Which _Strephon_ perceiving,
The wand'rer did seize;
And cry'd do be angry,
Fair Nymph if you please:
'Tis too late to be cruel,
Thy Frowns my dear Jewel,
Now no more Stings have got 'em,
For oh! Thou'rt all kind, and all soft at the Bottom.

_The Yielding_ LASS.

[Music]

There's none so Pretty,
As my sweet _Betty_,
She bears away the Bell;
For sweetness and neatness,
And all Compleatness,
All other Girls doth excell.

Whenever we meet,
She'll lovingly greet,
Me still, with a how d'ye do;
Well I thank you, quoth I,
Then she will reply,
So am I Sir, the better for you.

Then I ask'd her how,
She told me, not now,
For Walls, and Ears, and Eyes;
Nay, she bid me take heed,
What ever I did,
'Tis good to be merry and Wise.

I took her by th' Hand,
She did not withstand,
And I gave her a smirking Kiss;
She gave me another,
Just like the tother,
Quoth I, what a Comfort is this?

This put me in Heart,
To play o'er my part,
That I had intended before;
She bid me to hold,
And not be too bold,
Until she had fastned the Door.

She went to the Hatch,
To see that the Latch,
And Cranies were all cock-sure;
And when she had done,
She bid me come on,
For now we were both secure.

And what we did there,
I dare not declare,
But think that silence is best;
And if you will know,
Why I Kiss'd her, or so,
I'll leave you to guess at the rest.

_The Praise of_ HULL _Ale_.

[Music]

Let's wet the whistle of the Muse,
That sings the praise of every Juice,
This House affords for Mortal use,
_Which no Body can deny_.

Here's Ale of _Hull_, which 'tis well known,
Kept _King_ and _Keyser_ out of Town,
Now in, will never hurt the Crown,
_Which no Body_, &c.

Here's _Lambeth_ Ale to cool the Maw,
And Beer as spruce as e'er you saw,
But Mum as good as Man can draw,
_Which no Body_, &c.

If Reins be loose as some Mens Lives,
Whereat the Purling Female grieves,
Here's stitch-Back that will please your Wives,
_Which no Body_, &c.