%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Jolly Gentleman's FROLICK: / OR, / The City Ramble. / Being, An Account of a young Gallant, who Wager'd to pass / any of the Watches, without giving them an Answer; but / being stop'd by the Constable at Cripple-gate, was sent to the / Counter, afterwards had before my Lord Mayor, and was / Clear'd by the Intercession of my Lord Mayors Daughter. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/13/2016 35204

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R227227 1 To a pleasant new tune Rant, The; Give Ear to a Frolicsome Ditty To a pleasant new tune GIve ear to a Frollicksome Ditty, / of one that a Wager did lay But, Dal, derra, rarra, &c. | The Humour, &c. Houghton Library Huth EBB65H Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 135 The Jolly Gentleman's FROLICK: / OR, / The City Ramble. / Being, An Account of a young Gallant, who Wager'd to pass / any of the Watches, without giving them an Answer; but / being stop'd by the Constable at Cripple-gate, was sent to the / Counter, afterwards had before my Lord Mayor, and was / Clear'd by the Intercession of my Lord Mayors Daughter. The Jolly Gentleman’s FROLICK: OR, The City Ramble. Being, An Account of a young Gallant, who Wager’d to pass any of the Watches, without giving them an Answer; but being stop’d by the Constable at Cripple-gate, was sent to the Counter, afterwards had before my Lord Mayor, and was Clear’d by the Intercession of my Lord Mayors Daughter. The Jolly Gentleman's FROLIC: OR, The City Ramble. Being, An Account of a young Gallant, who Wagered to pass any of the Watches, without giving them an Answer; but being stopped by the Constable at Cripple-gate, was sent to the Counter, afterwards had before my Lord Mayor, and was Cleared by the Intercession of my Lord Mayor's Daughter. ?-? C. Bates

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GIve ear to a Frollicksome Ditty, of one that a Wager did lay He'd pass any Watch in the City, and never a Word he wou'd say But, Dal, derra, rarra, etc. The Constable spake to his Watch-men, brave Boys, it is my Delight, And Orders have for to catch Men, who Ramble too late in the Night. The Humour, etc.
The Streets do Eccho, we hear, Boys, with Mad-men coming along, My Staff is ready, ne'r fear, Boys, we[']ll make 'um alter their Song. The Humour, etc. Stand, stand, says the Bell-man, the Constable now come before, And if a just Story you tell, Man, I'll Light you home to your own Door: The Humour, etc.
This is a very late season, which surely no Honest Men keep, And therefore 'tis but just reason, that you in the Counter should sleep. The Humour, etc. (Sad.) Take away this same Fellow, and him to the Counter convey, Although his Frollick is mellow, he something to Morrow will say. The Humour, etc. (Sad.) Open the Gate, make no scorning, take Charge of your Prisoner there, And we will soon in the morning, appear before my Lord Mayor. The Humour, etc. (Sad.) A Bottle of Claret I'll fill, Sir, some Pipes of Tobacco, beside, And if that it now be your will, Sir, a Bed for you soon we'll provide. The Humour, etc. This Frollick soon Eccho'd the Prison, the Debters his Garnish would have; Without demanding the reason, whate're they requir'd, he gave. The Humour, etc. The Constable soon the next day, Sir, this Comical matter to clear, The Gentleman hurrys straightways, sir, before my Lord Mayor to appear. The Humour, etc. My Lord, give ear to my Story, while I the truth do relate, The Gentleman standing before ye, was seiz'd by me at Cripple-gate. The Humour, etc. (Sad.) I nothing could hear but his Singing, wherefore in the Counter he lay, And therefore this morning I bring him, to hear what your Lordship will say. The Humour, etc. (Sad.)
Come Friend, the Case does appear now, that you was in a Mad Fit, I hope that you may be clear now, since Sleep has restor'd you your Wit. The Humour, etc. (Sad.) This Gentleman sure is Distracted, he's over-heated his Brain, Since he thus silly has acted, to th' Counter I'll send him again. The Humour, etc. (Sad.) A Prison sure it will tame him, and bring him soon to his Sense, There's nothing else can reclaim him, from this his notorious Offence. The Humour, etc. (Sad,) O then bespake my Lord's Daughter, and for him did thus Interceed, Dear Father, you'll hear that hereafter, this is but a Wager, indeed. The Humour, etc. Therefore be pleased, kind Father, to hear one word more of me, And shew to me so much favour, this Gentleman may be set free. The Humour, etc. Well, Daughter, I grant your Petition, the Gentleman home may repair, But yet 'tis upon this Condition, of paying my Officers there. The Humour, etc. Come Sir, your Fees we require, you free'd are now by the Court, And all that we do desire, you'll find out some other new Sport. The Humour, etc. Thus seeing he might be Released, if he his Fees did but pay, He then was very well pleased, and so went Singing away. The Humour, etc.
Prin[t]ed for C. Bates, at the White-Hart in West-Smithfield.