T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Tom and Doll
Anonymous(From Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1719) |
WHEN the Kine had given a Pail full, | |
And the Sheep came bleating home; | |
Doll who knew it would be healthful, | |
Went a walking with young Tom: | |
Hand in hand, Sir, | 5 |
O’er the Land, Sir, | |
As they walked to and fro; | |
Tom made jolly Love to Dolly, | |
But was answer’d, No, no, no, no, no, &c. | |
Faith, says Tom, the time is fitting, | 10 |
We shall never get the like; | |
You can never get from Knitting, | |
Whilst I’m digging in the Dike: | |
Now we’re gone too, | |
And alone too, | 15 |
No one by to see or know; | |
Come, come, Dolly, prithee shall I, | |
Still she answered, No, no, no, no, &c. | |
Fie upon you Men, quoth Dolly, | |
In what snares you’d make us fall; | 20 |
You’ll get nothing but the folly, | |
But I shall get the Devil and all: | |
Tom with sobs, | |
And some dry Bobs, | |
Cry’d, you’re a fool to argue so; | 25 |
Come, come, Dolly, shall I? shall I? | |
Still she answered, No, no, no, no, &c. | |
To the Tavern then he took her, | |
Wine to Love’s a Friend confest | |
By the hand he often shook her, | 30 |
And drank brimmers to the best, &c. | |
Doll grew warm, | |
And thought no harm; | |
Till after a brisk pint or two, | |
To what he said the silly Maid, | 35 |
Could hardly bring out, No, no, no, no, etc. | |
She swore he was the prettiest Fellow | |
In the Country or the Town, | |
And began to grow so mellow, | |
On the Couch he laid her down; | 40 |
Tom came to her, | |
For to woo her | |
Thinking this the time to try: | |
Something past so kind at last, | |
Her no was chang’d to I, I, I, I, I, I, &c. | 45 |
Closely then they join’d their Faces, | |
Lovers you know what I mean; | |
Nor could she hinder his Embraces, | |
Love was now too far got in; | |
Both now lying, | 50 |
Panting, dying, | |
Calms succeed the stormy Joy, | |
Tom would fain renew’t again, | |
And she consents with I, I, I, I, I, I, &c. | |