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 O what a misfortune took him from his place,

I wiſh I'd ne'er beheld his beautiful fine face,

The words that paſs'd between us on our parting day,

I never will deny it, he ſtole my heart away.

He ſaid to me my jewel, come along with me,

As we are young and airy and from all danger free,

And whilſt you are by me no danger would I fear,

But hark! the trumpet ſounds, ſo farewel my dear.



 ID not you hear of the gentlemen rakes,

And hear the ſweet cry of beer, wine & cakes,

Whilſt we in blue aprons, and clean linen gowns,

For to view all the gentlemen rakes of the town.

The goodman comes hame to drive away care,

take good fellow away to the fair;

Some are too baſhful, and ſome are too bold,

Young womens' intentions are not to be told.

Whilſt we in blue aprons, etc.

There's Millers, there's Oats, there's Bully & all,

There's Lee, and there's Harper, the devil and all,

Whilſt we are a viewing the gentlemen rakes,

And hear the ſweet cry of beer, wine and cakes,

Whilſt we in blue aprons, etc.

Our pinners well lac'd, with fine round ear'd caps,

We dreſs ourſelves nice to tempt our chaps,

With rings & round ribbons to ſwell out our pride,

And our boſoms all naked to tempt you beſide.

Whilſt we in blue aprous, etc.

On our arms hangs a basket of fruit that is nice,

Our gentlemens' palate to pleaſe in a trice,

Let it be at a maſquerade, play-houſe, or ball,

We lately frequented, likewiſe Fox-hail.

Whilſt we in blue aprons, etc.

