Lusty Friar of Flanders; How in a Nunnery at the City of Gaunt this Friar got Thirty Nuns with Child in three Weeks; time, and afterwards made his escape.  
To the Tune of, Cold and Raw.  
 

NOt long ago from hence I went,  
to travel into Flanders,  
To learn the Art of War, was scut.  
under those great Commanders;  
At Gaunt I saw a pleasant fun,  
as you shall hear hereafter,  
Betwixt a Friar and a Nun,  
may well deserve your laughter.   

The Friar like a jolly Dad,  
a propagating Father,  
Did not the Talon which he had,  
but chose to use it rather:  
The Nun was pretty, young, and fair,  
as if designed for pleasure,  
And pity 'twas that she should swear,  
to keep her Virgin treasure.   

Unto this Lusty Friar she went,  
and there her sins confessed,  
Which he, unto her hearts content,  
forgave and her released;  
But this he said, before you rise,  
for all your sad offences,  
By good St. Francis, i'll Chastise  
with Rods your Preter Tenses.   

Her hinder Quarters up she turns,  
and there she lay most fairly,  
The Friar now in Lust he burns,  
and flauged her off most rarely:  
Her prayers and tears at last 〈◊〉  
upon the cruel Friar 〈…〉  
That he'd no more corre 〈…〉  
nor would he us w●den 〈…〉   

Then pretty Nymph arise he said,  
and let me now embrace thee,  
Bestow on me your Maidenhead,  
fear not that i'll disgrace thee;  
What tho' my Robe be black my dear,  
my skins as white as may be,  
And I have that has pleased i'll swear,  
oh many a gallant Lady.   

The Charming Nun then blushing said  
oh tempt me not to evil,  
Have I not vowed to live a Maid,  
and to renounce the Devil,  
But should I now commit this Crime,  
and breast my bow by sporting,  
My belly will grow big in time,  
and then you'll leave your Courting.   

The Sin, my Dear, is Denial,  
and to indulge is easy,  
Sin on and i'll forgive you all,  
my Love, if you'll but please me:  
But since you fear to breed young bones,  
i'll tell you for their Glory,  
The Lady Abbess and her Nuns,  
have done the like before you.   

This Nun oh she grew big at last,  
and daily i● increases,  
And e'er ten months were fully passed,  
the Nuns fell all a pi●●es  
The crafty Friar away he went,  
that he should 〈◊〉 'twas pity  
And left behind a Regiment  
of baliards to the City.   

Thus he this Creature did beguile,  
but tell me waned he dirty.  
Twenty nine Nuns he'd got with Child.  
and this made up the thirty;  
He had a f●●●ly to Cure,  
each longing expectation.  
So this religious ●●aseal sure,  
is able to stock a nation.