Have-at a Venture.  
The Charms of love so powerful are,  
What mortal can withstand,  
Or, who can say oppose they dare  
Where Cupid bears command,  
This Damsel quickly she did yield  
The youngsters skill to try,  
The twinkling Archer won the Field,  
And then she down did lie.  
Tune of, hay boys up go we.  
 

A Country Lad and bonny Lass  
they did together meet,  
And as they did together pass  
thus he began to greet:  
What I do say I pray mind well,  
and thus I do begin:  
If you would have your Belly swell  

Hold up, and I'll put in.    

Oh! Sir, (quoth she) I love the spo●t,  
yet am afraid to try,  
And for your love I thank you for't,  
find but conveniency:  
My mind I'll tell you by and by,  
your love my heart doth win,  
And presently I down will lie,  

Oh! then Boy put it in.    

He clasped this Damsel round the waste,  
and softly laid her down,  
Yea, wantonly he her embraced  
and her delights did Crown:  
Thrust home (quoth she) my brisk young Lad,  
'tis but a venial sin,  
For I should soon have run quite mad  

had you not put it in.    

The sport he did so close pursue  
that he was quickly tired,  
But when he did her beauty view  
his heart again was fired:  
He came on with such fresh supplies,  
he did her favour win,  
And finding Babies in her eyes,  

he brauly thrust it in.    
 

What pleasure is there like to this,  
this Damsel than did cry,  
I've heard them talk of lover's bliss,  
Oh! what a fool was I  
So long to live a maid, ere I  
did this same sport begin;  
This death I now could freely die:  

I prithee thrust it in.    

She held this Youngster to his task  
till he began to blow;  
Then at the last he leave did ask  
and so she let him go:  
Then down he panting lay a while,  
and rousing up again  
She charmed him with a lovely smile,  

again to put it in.    

To work he went most earnestly,  
her fancy to fulfil;  
Till at the last she loud did cry,  
I do't with such good will,  
I pleasure feel in ev'ry Vein;  
my joys do now begin,  
Oh Dearest quickly to't again,  

and stoutly thrust it in.    

She seemed at last to be content,  
and glad at heart was he,  
His Youthful strength was almost spent,  
so brisk a Lass was she:  
He vowed he never was so matched,  
nor ne'er shall be again:  
And for that time they both dispatched,  

though he had put it in.    

But when she from him parted was  
thus she began to cry,  
Was ever any wanton Lass  
in such a case as I:  
He that hath got my Maidenhead  
I ne'er shall see again,  
And now my heart is almost dead,  

to think he put it in.    

But yet it had the sweetest taste  
that ever mortal knew,  
Our time we did not vainly waste,  
believe me this is true:  
Should I e'er see my bonny Lad,  
I'd venture once again,  
And let the world account me mad,  

again I'll put it in.     

Printed for J. Wright, J. Clark, W Thackery and T. Passenge.