The West country Delight or, hay for Zommerzet-Shire Lively Delineating how jocund they be, That Jerk it, And Firk it, Under the Green-Wood Tree.  
To a New Tune of, O how they aid Firk it: or, Salengers round.  
 
 


IN Summer time when flowers do spring,  
And birds sit on a tree,  
Let Lords and Knights say what they will  
there's none so merry as we:  
There's Will and Moll,  
Here's Harry and Dol,  
With Brian and bonny Betty,  
Oh! how they did jerk it,  
Caper and firk it,  
under the Green-wood-tree.   

Our Music is a twire-pipe tried,  
that can so sweetly play,  
Whom we do hire from Whitsuntide,  
till latter ●amm●● Day:  
On Sabbath Days,  
On Holy-days Days,  
After Evening proper comes he,  
And then, etc.   

Come play us Adam and Eve, says Dick,  
what's that says I wire-pipe,  
It is the beginning o'th' world quoth I  
for we are dancing ripe:  
Is't that you call,  
Then Have at all,  
He played with a merry glee,  
O! then, etc.   

In comes our Gaffer Underwood,  
and sets him on the Bench,  
His wife and daughter Ne'r-be-good  
that pretty round faced wench:  
There s Neighbour Chuck,  
And Habakkuk,  
They all come there to see,  
O! ho●, etc.   

from thence we go to sir William's gr●  
and a rich old Cub is he,  
And there we dance a round a round,  
but the devil a p●nny we see:  
From thence we get,  
To Sammer- S●●t,  
Where men are frolic and free,  
And there, etc.    

The second part, to the same tune.  

MY Lord's Son must not be forgot,  
so full of merry jest,  
He laughs to see the Girls so hot,  
and jumps in with the rest:  
He doth them assail,  
With his Calves-tail,  
And he thrusts it in to see,  
O! how they do, etc.   

A pox of all those snuffling knaves,  
that do our sports despise,  
We value not the sneaking slaves,  
their mor precise than wise:  
Bots on them all,  
Both great and small,  
And such Hypocrisy,  
For we will, etc.   

Though bonny Nell do bare the Bell,  
'mongst gallants gay and gaudy,  
Our Margeries as light as she,  
and yet she is not bawdy:  
When she with trusty Arthur meets,  
And Bab with Bar●aby,  
O! how they do fig it,  
Jump and Jig it,  
under the Green-wood tree.   

We fear no plots of jews or Scots,  
for we are jolly Swains,  
With Blow, and Cow, and Barley Mow,  
we busy all our brains:  
No City cares  
Nor Merchants fears,  
Of wrack or Piracy,  
Therefore we can flaunt it,  
Revel and rant it,  
under the Green-wood-tree.   

O'er hills and dales at Whitsun Alice,  
we dance a merry fit,  
When Susan sweet with john doth meet,  
she gives him hit for hit;  
From he d to foot,  
She holds him too't,  
And jumps as high as he:  
O! how they do spring it,  
●lounce it and fling it,  
under the Green-wood-tree.   

With Ribbon red in Hat on head,  
young Ralph doth skip and jump,  
join has a new long Scarf of blue.  
that reaches to her rump:  
With Petticoats,  
As light as motes,  
which in the Sun we see:  
Oh! how they did skip it,  
Trample and trip it,  
under, etc.   

No time is spent with more content,  
in City, Court, or Camp;  
We fear no Covent-Garden Gout,  
nor Pickadilly Cramp,  
From Scurvy we  
Are always free,  
And ever more shall be,  
So long as we whisk it,  
Frig it and frisk it,  
under the Green-wood-tree.   

On Meads & Launs we trip like F●●●s,  
like Fillies, Kids, or Lambs,  
We have no twing to make us ●●ing,  
or crinkle in the Hams:  
When some disease,  
D●th on us seize.  
with one consent go we,  
To jig it and jerk it,  
Caper and firk i●,  
under the Green-wood-tree.   

When we're well fi●●● and almost 〈…〉,  
that night is drawing on,  
And that we mus● confess (as just)  
our dancing 〈…〉 is d●●e;  
The Night is spent  
With more consert,  
For than we all agree,  
To Cock it, and Dock it,  
Smock it, and Knock it.  
under the Green-wood-tree.   
FINIS.    

Printed for P. Brooksby, next the Go 〈…〉 Ball by the Hospital-Gate in West-smith-field.