The youngman's Ramble.  
OR The Horse can trot, and the Mare can amble.  
Here's clipping and kissing, with store of delight,  
With Frisking, and Frolicks, as seldom is seen,  
To sport all the daytime, and play in the night,  
Where young men and Maids, do meet on a Green.  
To a gallant new Tune, called Andrew and Maudlin.  

 
 

ANdrew, Maudlin, Rebecca and Will,  
pretty Peg, with Joseph and Mary,  
Peter the Plymmer, and Miles of the Mill:  
Bese of the Buttery, and D●ll of the Dary;  
They went and gathered young Primroses,  
To make them sundrey sorts of Posies.   

William put on his Holiday jacket,  
Gryssel put on her Russet Gray;  
Meg had a Ribon hung down to her Placket,  
and so they went gingling all the way:  
To solace their lips, and sweeten their labour,  
They met on a green, with a Pipe & a Tabor.   

Frinkham Frankham is a fine dance,  
young Ti● did trip it on her Toes;  
And Jo●n came into the place by chance,  
whose cheeks were like the Crimson Rose:  
They coupled themselves like Birds of a feather,  
And footed it finely altogether.   

Jane bagan to justle with Thomas,  
Humphrey thought to find her there;  
Yet Nelly forsooth did fail in her promise,  
because she did not like his ware:  
'tis a dainty thing to dandle a Baby,  
And Joan in the dark, is as good as my Lady.   

Kester took Hester by the hand,  
come play us a Tune thou trusty Trout:  
A match (quoth Roger) and if it doth stand,  
and so they jumbled round about,  
With Salingers' round, & the French Canaries,  
That passed jack-pudding, & all his Fegaries.   

Ralph got Rachel about the middle,  
and Simon sucked up all the Eggs:  
Philip did play with his bagpipe & Fiddle,  
while jumping Joan did shake her Legs,  
Her Apron was white, and her petticoat red,  
And they were most sweetly brought to Bed.    

The second Part,  
to the same Tune.  
 
 

PAul the pedlar is a boon Blade.  
but the Broom-man is another,  
For they belong to the Tribe of God,  
and learned this Action from their Mother  
Tom tinker's Ware is special Mettle,  
And Dennis did smile like a Furmity-kettle   

Richard's Feather will never leave wagging  
James and Nan in the coal-hole are gotten  
And simple Nick will never leave bragging,  
because his Father is dead and rotten.  
When Jack from Mary her Portion had got,  
'Tis need that make the Old-woman trot.   

Robin's nose will never leave dropping,  
hang up sorrow, cast away care:  
And Cupi● catched young Sarah napping,  
as Moss by chance did catch his Mare,  
Her Apron is to short before,  
Which made poor Margery cry full sore.   

Old smel-smock Sam delights to vow,  
for love will creep, where it cannot go:  
Ned's nose will serve for a poor-man's Sow  
and Kate did tread upon his toe:  
young men do love to be with Maids,  
And Gillian was like the Queen of Spades.   

Clim the Carrier is come home,  
and brought to town good Fish & Mustard,  
Precilla did dance a jig with Tom,  
which made his buttocks quake like a Custard,  
With clipping and kissing, & kind embraces  
The young men tumbled about with their Lasses.   

jockey and Jenny with Arthur of Bradly,  
Roger of Coverly and his consort,  
Did trick and trim it wonderful madly,  
and so they concluded, & ended their sport,  
The Horse can trot and the Mare can amble  
And so I end my Country Ramble,    
Finis.   

London, Printed for Thomas Vere, at the Angel without Newgate.