A Job for a joiner OR A good Workman well employed,  
This Maid must have a workman come in haste  
Because she could not live no longer chaste,  
And John the Joiner is the Man must do  
H●r Job and make the bed go Jig a Jog go  
Tune of, Over the water, fain I would pass, or Jig a Jog-goo, etc.  
 

COme and attend young Virgins all  
A Country Damsel caught a fall  
And so perhaps may one of you  
When you make your bed go Jig a Jog goo.   

But yet such falls so harmless are  
Breaking of Bones you need not fear  
When ere you try you'll find it true,  
If you make the bed go Jig a Jog-goo.   

Then mark me well and you shall hear  
A pretty story in your Ear,  
Which I lay open to your view,  
O'th' bed was made to go Jig a Jog-goo,   

There was a Maid came out of Kent  
And to be kissed was her intent,  
A joiners' job she had to do  
To make her bed go Jig a Jog-goo.   

She hearing of a lusty Lad  
Who was a workman of his Trade  
She sent him word to come and view  
And make her bed go Jig a Jog goo.   

Qu●th she sweet John make haste to me  
And fear not but we will agree,  
I ever to thee will prove true  
If thou makes my bed to go Jig a Jog-goo▪   

John straight way like an honest man  
Packed up his tools and went to Nan,  
He asked for the Mal● had a job to do  
To make her bed go Jig a Jog-goo.   

Nan heard his voice and down she came  
Her workman for to entertain,  
She smiling said O is it you  
Can make my bed go Jig a Jog-goo.   

YOu a●e th● only man 'tis said  
that can do wonders for a Maid,  
Dis●a●ch then what you hav● to do  
And make my bed ●o go Jig a Jog goo.   

〈◊〉 like a workman 〈◊〉 my hand  
I Nan will be at th● command,  
And to m●●romise I'll be true  
If thou makes my bed go Jig a Jog goo.   

Nan having g●ve her ha●d to John  
Qu●th he ●he must 〈…〉,  
I 〈…〉 I can do  
To make thy bed go Jig a Jog goo.   

O then 〈…〉 Nan  
I'd have it done as soon as you can,  
With Roses I my bed will strew  
If thou mak'st it to go Jig a Jog goo.   

Quoth John, rar● tools I with me brought  
My 〈◊〉 in this kin● hath wrought,  
For many a Maid to me did sue  
To make their beds go Jig a Jog goo.   

ne'er fear but I have learned my trade  
I know well how to please a Maid,  
And sure i'll please thee ere I ●o  
And make thy bed go Jig a Jog goo.   

 
Then John unto his work did fall  
And Nan she played at Vptails all,  
He neatly did his business do  
And made her bed go Jig a Jog goo.   

Nan commended John for his Art  
And John thanked Nan with all his heart  
They both were pleased with what you know  
For he made the bed go Jig a Jog goo.   

Her Mother she came f●ll of woe,  
O 〈◊〉 Daughter why would you do so  
Doth this with modesty agree  
To make your bed go Jig a J●g gee.   

Had ●ou advseed wi●h me no doubt  
I might have found a workman out  
Should hav● done you job as well as he  
To make your bed go Jig a Jog gee.   

O ●hen repl●'● her Daughter Nan  
Mother this is the only Man,  
I had a mind that none but he  
Should make my bed go Jig a Jog gee.   

The World sings of this workman's fame  
And John the joiner is his Name,  
He did it well as well might be  
And made my bed go Jig a Jog gee.    

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and ●. Wright.