The Crafty BARBER of Debtford  

You Debtford Women all beware of this same Crafty Barber:  
For when he gets between your Arms There he takes up his harbour.   
Tune of, Daniel Cooper.  
 
 

COme and hear my pleasant Song  
all you that would be merry:  
For unto you it doth belong  
that are both brisk and airy:  
A Barber lived in Debtford Town,  
●elieve it is no Lie sir,  
He loved well a bit o' th' brown,  
and a Nurse to turn him dry, sir.   

Another man lived in the Town,  
and he did use to fiddle;  
The Barber loved his Wife also,  
and paid her Tarradidle.  
But he (poor man) was gone to Sea,  
and little did he think, sir,  
That his poor wife would wanton be  
and with the Barber drink, sir.   

But on a time it happened so,  
the Barber he did quarrel;  
For there is Virtue you do know  
that lies within the barrel  
Will make an Did Man bear up brisk,  
and overcomes the Youth too,  
This got into the Barber's crown,  
and made him tell the truth too▪   

The Second Part,  
to the same Tune.  
 
 
 

BEfore the justice he was had,  
who questioned him severely;  
Which made the Barber almost mad  
and he confessed clearly  
That he drank in a bawdy-house  
and that full well he knew sir;  
'Twas asked, How? and he confessed  
that there he lay with two sir.   

The justice asked him who they were?  
and straightway he confessed,  
A long-backed Nurse that lived there,  
he plainly did express it:  
A very gentile Dame was she,  
and wore her clouded Stockings;  
But some there are do think that she  
got such fine things by knockings.   

The Fiddler's wife was fine and neat,  
and decently attired;  
And she full well could do the feat  
the Barber oft desired:  
He oft embraced her in his Arms,  
and catched her by the thing too;  
So that she won him by her Charms,  
and he touched the Fidler's strings too.   

He had an opportunity  
I pray sirs understand ye:  
The Hostess she was sitting by,  
and topeed her Nose with brandy,  
While he did please his Ladies fair  
and trimmed them both so nearly,  
That she did wish to have a share,  
he did it so completely.   

Think it not strange what now you hear,  
for if you will believe it,  
The Barber loves the sport so dear,  
I doubt he ne'er will leave it:  
Still Robin Redbreast is content,  
that little sneaking fóol too,  
He accounts it all but merriment  
to catch his Wife by th' Tool too.   

And Maycrill-back she is so fine,  
there's few that can outbrave her,  
And when she drinks a Glass of Wine,  
the Barber he doth shave her;  
And up and down where e'er he goes,  
he mightily doth praise her;  
A gentle hand he hath she knows,  
and well she likes his Razor.   

And now good people to conclude,  
my thinks it is a pity  
The Barber should these two delude  
that are so neat and pretty.  
Then women all pray have a care,  
for Barber's minds are waving;  
And now methinks he's had his share,  
he may leave off his shaving.     

Printed for John Clark Junior, at the Horseshoe in West Smithfield.