A Pleasant JIG Betwixt Jack and his Mistress:  
Or, The young Carman's courage cooled by the sudden approach, of his Master, who found him too kind to his Mistress.  
Tune of Mary Live Long.  
Licenced according to Order.  
 

A Carmen of late,  
Who lived in the city,  
A sorrowful Ditty,  
His wife was too great  
with their Apprentice Boy,  
But a swinging young Spark  
At a wench in the dark,  
Now this his Dame knew,  
And therefore stout Johnny,  
And therefore stout Johnny,  
Must tickle her 〈◊〉.   
 

Sweet Mistress I fear,  
A woeful disaster,  
The wrath of me Master,  
If once he should hear,  
I played with your Lute,  
He would liquour my hide,  
You're a fool, she replied,  
Take courage for shame,  
O fear not your Master,  
Boy fear not your Master,  
But pleasure your Dame.   

I count it no crime,  
To dally in pleasure,  
We'll Toy out of measure,  
'Tis not the first time,  
Nor shan't be the last,  
Therefore come on my Boy,  
Let us Pleasure enjoy,  
Take courage for shame,  
'Tis sweet Recreation,  
'Tis sweet Recreation,  
To pleasure thy Dame.   

Thy Master, I'll swear,  
If once he should Cavel,  
We'll send to dig Gravel,  
With Friends to Horn-Fair,  
He dare not say no,  
But at home we will stay,  
Then in order to play,  
The Froliksome Game,  
Boy do not deny me,  
John do not deny me,  
But pleasure thy Dame,   
 

It happened one day,  
His Mistress came to him,  
No question she knew him,  
To be ev'ry way,  
a Lad for her turn,  
Where's your Master, she cried?  
With a friend▪ he replied;  
She then void of shame,  
Said Johnny come kiss me,  
Sweet Johnny come kiss me,  
Make much of thy Dame.   
 

Thy coral and Bells,  
And Whilstle I know it,  
If thou wilt bestow it  
For pleasures excels,  
The lest in the Town,  
Thou art Lusty and strong  
And can lay me along,  
Take Courage for shame,  
Thou here in the Stable,  
Thou here in the Stable,  
Shall pleasure thy Dame.   

His Master by chance,  
Then being near them.  
Did soon overhear them,  
And straight did advance,  
With fury and Rage,  
Like a Fellow Hornmad,  
He fell on the Lad,  
His shoulders he paid,  
'Cause John in his Pasture,  
'Cause John in his Pasture,  
a Tresspass had made.   

Ah! what hast thou done,  
So sad a vexation,  
Was ne'er in the nation,  
Hornmad I shall run,  
Without all dispute,  
Oh ye villain said he,  
I will not make you Free,  
But bring you to shame,  
Because you have wronged me,  
Because you have wronged me,  
and played with your Dame.