A Ship-load of Waggery. OR, clouded Merriment to please young men and maids.  
Maidens, here's long, and strong, both great and small;  
For one poor Penny you may purchase all.  
To a New Tune. Or Cloris awake.  
 

courage  
Fidelity  
Piety  
Loyalty   

A Ship must have a Steersman  
to steer her Course true,  
And a Maid must have a youngman  
to give her her— Top and Top gallant.   

A ship she Sails trimly,  
Maids, if they be not pleased,  
They'll frown and look grimly.   

A Ship must have a Rudder  
to steer in the dark,  
And a Maid must have a youngman  
to hit at her— Top and Top gallant.   

A ship she sails etc.   

A Ship must have a Canon  
to keep off her Foes,  
And a Maid must have a youngman  
to take up her— Top and Top gallant.   

A ship she sails etc.   

A Ship must have a Boltsprit,  
with a Sprizen a cross,  
And a maid must have a youngman  
with a swinging long— Top & top gallant   

A ship she sails trimly,  
Maids, if they be not pleased,  
They'll frown and look grimly.   
 

A Ship must have a Buntlin  
to haul up her Bunt,  
And a maid must have a youngman  
to tickle her— Top and Top gallant.   

A ship she sails trimly,  
Maids, if they be not pleased,  
They'll frown and look grimly.   

A Ship must have a Mast; a long,  
strong, and straight Stick,  
And a Maid must have a youngman  
with a lusty long— Top and Top gallant,   

A ship she etc.   

A Ship must be well Victualled  
with Meat without Bones,  
And a maid would have a youngman  
with a stout pair of— top and top gallants,   

A ship she etc.   

A Ship should have a Captain,  
her Men to command,  
And a maid would have a youngman  
to have his P—Top and Top gallant.   

A ship she etc.   

A Ship should have a Master  
to take in her freights,  
And a maid would have a youngman  
to sail in her— top and top gallant.   

A ship she sails etc.   

When a Ship is under sail  
we do wish her good luck,  
And a maid under a youngman  
we wish her a good— top and top gallant,   

A ship she etc.   

When a Ship comes into Port  
she must enter her Cockit,  
When a youngman comes toth' fort  
he must enter, and— top and top gallant,   

A ship she sails trimly,  
Maids, if they be not pleased,  
They'll frown and look grimly.    

Printed for P. B●ooksby a●●he golden Ball in West Smithfield.