The Westminster Frolic. Or, A Cuckold is a good man's Fellow.  

A wanton Wife that loved a relishing Bit,  
In Westminster the same then she did get;  
And it is now concluded so together,  
Her Husband must be fain to wear Bulls-feather.   

But yet the youngster he did not do well,  
Ah! silly Fool! that he must kiss and tell;  
She may thank herself the business is so bad  
Play with a man, ne'er trust a tell tale lad.   
Tune of, hay boys slap goes she; Or, Alas poor thing!;  
 
 

IN Westminster there is a Wife,  
a very noble Dame;  
And she does live a merry life  
with sporting Venus' Game:  
But yet her name I will conceal,  
though she does backwards fall;  
She does transgress her Marriagebed,  
and that spoils all   

For she did cast a wanton eye  
upon a lively Youth;  
And you shall hear it by and by,  
we tell it for a truth:  
That with a youngman she did lie,  
to sport, and backwards fall,  
Pox take her Stays, they came too low,  
and, that spoils all.   

And many a day this Youngman came  
with her to sport and play;  
She was so fi●'d with her Gallant,  
she could not say him nay;  
He teued her sound on the bed,  
she cried, Lad have at all,  
Strike up I say my noble Lad,  
for that spoils all.   

She did the Youngman so ensnare,  
and said her hand was warm,  
That he would mount to a full Career;  
I wish he took no harm:  
She let him lie at Twick a Twack  
when she did backwards fall,  
The bones in her Stays they did crack,  
and that spoiled all.   
 
 

When i'm in bed then come my Lad  
the pleasure is so sweet;  
We'll have a dish of buttered Eggs  
when we again do meet:  
Thou art good metal I am sure,  
I will be at thy call;  
Come on my dear and do not fear,  
for that spoils all.   

My bonny Lad never be sad,  
with thee i'll sport and play;  
Ne'er talk of half a Crown a week,  
i'll please thee every way:  
Thou'st never want while I have a C—  
I will be at thy Call,  
Ne'er think upon 't what will come on't,  
for that spoils all.   

But he had a soft place in his Crown,  
as I will make appear;  
To tell it all about the Town,  
where he went every where,  
That she in kindness did excel,  
he had her at his call,  
But he's a Clown to kiss and tell,  
for that spoilt all.   

Then it came unto her husband ear  
how he had sported with his wife:  
Now I am a Cuckold I do fear,  
and must be all my life;  
My Neighbour has so forked me  
he has had her at his call,  
He has played too much above her knee,  
and that spoilt all.   

Before her face to her disgrace,  
and her Husband too was there;  
He did declare the very case,  
that she was Market ware:  
Before their Neighbours where they went  
he spoke both some and all;  
She made him to eat some Flesh in Lent,  
and that spoilt all.   

Then the poor contented silly man  
he made no farther strife,  
Though he must wear the Bull-feather  
he's beholding to his wife;  
She has Hornified his head so brave,  
when she did backwards fall;  
The Tell-Tale Lad was but a Knave,  
for that spoilt all.    

Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Py-Corner.