THE
Unconscionable Batchelors of DARBY:
OR, THE
Young Lasses Pawnd by their Sweet-hearts, for a large Reck-
ning, at Nottingham Goose-Fair;where poor Susan was forced to pay the
Shot. To the Tune of, To thee, to thee, etc.
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YOu lovers of mirth attend a while,
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a merry new Ditty here I write,
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I know it will make you laugh and smile,
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for every line affords delight:
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The Lasses of Darby with young Men,
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they went to Goose-fair for recreation,
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But how these Sparks did serve them then,
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is truly worth your observation,
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Truly, truly, worth your observation,
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therefore I pray observe this Ditty;
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The Maids did complain, they came there in vain,
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and was not, was not that a pity.
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So soon as they came into the Fair,
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the Batchelors made them conjues low,
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And bid them a thousand welcomes there,
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this done, to a tipling-school they go:
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How pleasant was honest Kate and Sue?
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believing they should be richly treated,
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But, Neighbours and Friends, as I am true,
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no Lasses ever was so cheated,
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Cheated, cheated, very farely cheated,
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as you may note by this new Ditty;
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They were left alone, to make their moan,
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and was not, was not that a pity?
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The innocent Lasses fair and gay,
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concluded the Men was kind and free,
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Because they passd the time away,
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a plenty of cakes and ale they see;
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For sider and mead they then did call,
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and whatever else the House afforded,
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But Susan was forcd to pay for all,
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out of the mony she had hoarded,
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Hoarded, hoarded, mony she had hoarded;
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it made her sing a doleful Ditty,
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And so did the rest with grief opprest,
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and was not, was not that a pity?
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Young Katy she seemed something coy,
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because she would make them eager grow,
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As knowing thereby she might enjoy
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what beautiful Damsels long to know:
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On complements they did not stand,
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nor did they admire their charming features,
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For they had another game in hand,
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which was to pawn those pretty Creatures,
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Creatures, Creatures, loving, loving Creatures,
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which was so charming, fair, and pretty;
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The Men sneakd away, and nothing did pay,
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and was not, was not that a pity?
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Thought out of the door they enterd first,
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and left them tipling there behind,
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Those innocent Maids did not mistrust,
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that Batchelors could be so unkind.
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Quoth Susan, I know their gone to buy
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the fairings which we did so require,
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And they will return I know, for why,
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they do our youthful charms admire;
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Therefore, therefore, stay a little longer,
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and I will sing a pleasant Ditty;
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But when they found they were catchd in the pound,
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they sighd and weepd the mores the pity.
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Now finding the Men returnd no more,
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and that the good People would not trust,
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They presently calld to know the score,
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it chancd to be fifteen shilling just:
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Poor Kate had but five pence in her purse,
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but Sue had a crown besides a guinney;
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And since the case had happend thus,
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poor Soul she paid it ery penny,
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Penny, penny, ery, ery penny,
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tho with a sad and doleful Ditty
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Said she, For this I had not a kiss,
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and was not, was not that a pity?
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