ead,
And some shall lig at the Feet,
Miss _Cuddy_ wou'd lig in the middle,
Because she'd have all the Sheet:
We'll all lig together, we'll all lig together,
We'll make no more Beds than one,
'Till _Jove_ sends warmer Weather,
And we'll all lig together, _&c._

Miss _Cuddy_ got up in the Loft,
And _Sawney_ wou'd fain have been at her,
Miss _Cuddy_ fell down in her Smock,
And made the glass Windows to clatter:
We'll all lig together, we'll all lig together,
We'll make no more Beds than one,
'Till _Jove_ sends warmer Weather,
We'll all lig together, _&c._

The Bride she went to Bed,
The Bridegroom followed after,
The Fidler crepp'd in at the Feet,
And they all lig'd together,
We'll all lig together, _&c._

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ AKEROYDE.

[Music]

Beneath a cool Shade _Amaryllis_ was sate,
Complaining of Love and bemoaning her Fate;
Ah! she cry'd, why must Maids be so formal and Coy,
To deny what they think is their only true Joy?
And Custom impose on us so much ado,
When our Hearts are on fire, and Love bids us fall too;
And Custom impose on us so much ado,
When our hearts are on fire, and Love bids us fall too.

Young _Strephon_ was near her, and heard the Complaint,
He easily guest what the Damsel did want;
He rush'd in upon her, in Kisses reply'd,
Caught her fast in his Arms, she faintly deny'd:
What they did without study, we soon may divine,
'Twas _Strephon's_ Luck then, the next Minute be mine.

CLARINDA'S _Complaint_. _Tune of_ Ianthe _the Lovely_.

With sighing and wishing, and Green-sickness Diet,
With nothing of Pleasure, and little of Quiet;
With a Granum's Inspection, and Doctor's Direction,
But not the Specifick, that suits my Complexion:
The Flower of my Age is full blown in my Face,
Yet no Man considers, yet no Man considers
My comfortless Case.

Young Women were valued, as I have been told,
In the late times of Peace, above Mountains of Gold;
But now there is Fighting, we are nothing but sliting,
Few Gallants in Conjugal Matters delighting:
'Tis a shame that Mankind, should love killing and slaying
And mind not supplying the stock that's decaying.

Unlucky _Clarinda_, to love in a Season,
When _Mars_ has forgotten to do _Venus_ Reason;
Had I any Hand in Rule and Command,
I'd certainly make it a Law of the Land:
That killers of Men, to replenish the Store