%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Debtford Frollick; / OR, / A Hue and Cry after the Shag-Breeches. / Young VVomen all, both great and small, / That handleth Pot or Pail, / For some I hear, and greatly fear. / Do oft play with their Tayl. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1672-1696 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/13/2008 21814

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4.150 R228185 1 The fair One let me in The Fair One Let Me In The Fair One Let Me In ONe night when blustering winds blew / and dusky was the Sky a stranger he got in. [with variations] Pepys 4.150 Wing D1081 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 4: 150 The Debtford Frollick; / OR, / A Hue and Cry after the Shag-Breeches. / Young VVomen all, both great and small, / That handleth Pot or Pail, / For some I hear, and greatly fear. / Do oft play with their Tayl. The Debtford Frollick; OR, A Hue and Cry after the Shag-Breeches. Young Women all, both great and small, That handleth Pot or Pail, For some I hear, and greatly fear. Do oft play with their Tayl. The Debtford Frolic; Or, a Hue and Cry After the Shag Breeches. Young Women All, Both Great and Small, that Handle Pot or Pail, for Some I Hear, and Greatly Fear. Do Oft Play with Their Tail. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 183 x 310 cropped right edge vertical rules and cast fleurons 1672-1696 Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-corner. P. Brooksby BBTI

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 8/13/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Marriage infidelity marriage sex/sexuality trickery/deceit 08/13/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created, ESTC # recorded / found in bl.uk 7/4/2007 Checker Jessica C. Murphy ESTC ID R228185 seems to be right for this ballad, but it is not among the ones they gave us because it is catalogued from the Microfilm not Magdelene College 6/2007 Transcriber Jessica C. Murphy Original Transcription 2006 Bibliographer Jessica C. Murphy Bibliographic SQL Database Record Updated/Completed 10/25/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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ONe night when blustering winds blew and dusky was the Sky Tho' I was feeble weak and old, a watching then went I: But cruel fate did prove unkind. my grief did then begin; And quite contrary to my mind, a stranger he got in. Two Keys unto my door I had, as I did think it fit. But now it makes me almost mad I had so little wit;
For when a watching I was gone; my sorrow did begin; A wanton and a lascivious man unknown to me got in. Into the bed straightway he went, and hugg'd my loving Wife, Who us'd to-give me hearts content, I lov'd her as my life, And grieve to think she should commit so foul and grosse a sin, And let him do what was not fit, when she had let him in.
AS they in sweet imbraces lay I chanced to return, And spoil'd the Game which they did play, for which my wife did mourn She told me she was wondrous ill, and thus she did begin With shrieks & groans she made her moans cause she had let him in. I willing was to go to bed and off my breeches threw She told me she was almost dead, and knew not what to do: Dear love (quoth she) a Cordial get, my pains, my pains afresh begin: I little thought she was so naught to let another in. Away went I most willingly for my dear Spouses sake, A pair of breeches on put I which proved a mistake; I to the Apothecaries went thinking her love to win A Cordial brave I ask'd to have, not thinking who got in. A Cordial was perpar'd for me then thus I did reply: At present I cannot pay thee, but yet assuredly
To morrow I will come and pay: my Pocket I felt in, And there behold was store of Gold the youngster had brought in. The Apothecary he did view the Breeches I had on, And them he said full well he knew then him I star'd upon How I by these Shag-Breeches came to pause then did begin At last thought I assuredly she let some Gallant in. Away went I most furiously this trick to think upon, But when I came with grief and shame the youngster he was gone I had his Watch and money too, and I the horns did win; But I am mad and monstrous sad that she had let him in. Take warning, all both great and small in women ne'r confide, For some pretend to their lives end they constant will abide Past all relief unto my grief, I know they are prone to sin And when you'r gone some other men sometimes may happen in.
Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-corner.