%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The City Caper: / OR' / The WHETSTONES-PARK Privateer. / Being a true relation how a small she Pickaroon lately sail'd from the park, and Crusing abroad in / the night, seiz'd on a rich Marchant-man, whom she tempted to board her, and then she disabl'd / his Ship, took all his Cargo, spoil'd his Tackle, and burnt his Rudder, &c. 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 07/12/2021 37712

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R227017 1 Captain Digby's farewel Digby's Farewell Captain Digby's Farewell THe Jenny a small Pickaroon in the Park / Last night went a Crusing abroad in the dark, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 92 The City Caper: / OR' / The WHETSTONES-PARK Privateer. / Being a true relation how a small she Pickaroon lately sail'd from the park, and Crusing abroad in / the night, seiz'd on a rich Marchant-man, whom she tempted to board her, and then she disabl'd / his Ship, took all his Cargo, spoil'd his Tackle, and burnt his Rudder, &c. The City Caper: OR, The WHETSTONES PARK Privateer. Being a true relation how a small she Pickaroon lately sailed from the park, and Cruising abroad in the night, seized on a rich Merchant man, whom she tempted to board her, and then she disabled his Ship, took all his Cargo, spoiled his Tackle, and burnt his Rudder, etc. ?-? P. Brooksby

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THe Jenny a small Pickaroon in the Park Last night went a Crusing abroad in the dark, Her impudence was her commander in chief, Her haven is Lust, and her Pilot a Thief: As swift as a Fish she did glide by the Strand, well rig'd, and well trim'd but she lackt to be man'd In her mouth a whole teer of Damme's there lies, Granadoes were shot out of her rowling eyes. The ruffling silk of her Petticoat Sails, The wind had full blown with it's wantoning gales that windwhich their meeting with contrary wind Sometiemes doth create hurricanes behind:
Carreen'd and new pained most curiously, Her upermost Deck did appear to the eye, The curls of her Tower so like streamers do wave Men of War to engage her they seem for to brave But look on her Stem, she is right for the trade, Her Lading betwixt wind and water was laid, A Loof, and a Loof and most stedy she steard, Yet often to alter her courses apear'd, To Star-board and Lar-board, abaft and before, She glances an eye aud she creeps by the shore, To look what unconveyed Vessels there came, That might help to add to her pilfering game.
AT length from her main-top she gladly espies A merchant-man far a head passing her by, Or'efraighted was he, and ready to sinck, His Hull was so much over-stowed with drink: She strait makes all Sails she was able, and plies Her Oars to come up to so welcome a prize, Though's head was so light, she was lighter then he And had in an instant brought him by the Lee. Her mobled hood she turn'd up for a Flag, Sometimes she shears off & sometimes she doth lag She hauld him with hums, hut the dulpated Owl, Would not understand her, unless she fell foul: At last a salute with a Gun, in she poures, Your servant she cry'd and he answering yours: She boldly bore up, and for sometime they ride, Yard-arm to Yard-arm, and each side by each side. The battlel between them now warmer was grown, And the grapling Irons were mutually thrown, She gave him her broad-side of kisses so strong, There was no hope left of his holding out long: Yet on her design better colour to lay, She pretended to tack, as if stearing away, Then seeming disabled to bear up again, She offers herself unto him to be tane. He sees her lye by, and then grows the more bold, To venture aboard, and to rumidge her hold, She freely receives him astern and invites, Him for to taste of her Cabin delights:
From prow unto poop he did grope her all o're, And finding her Gun to be full Cannon bore, For his Amunition he swore was as large, And threatned to give her forth with a due charge, She flung off her Glove as a Flag of defiance, And scorn'd to accept of his terms of complyance, Come bully, quoth she, I will stand thy fierce shot For already I've taken full many a knock: With that below Deck then he thundred in, And she for to tumble and toss did begin, As if that a tempest had rocked her pillow, And danced her vessel aloft on a billow. A calm then succeedeth this storming her honour, He soon had unladed his Cargo upon her, Before, hand he gave her his contracted Guinies, And thought he ne'r sail'd in so pleasant a Pinace, But quickly that fancy he curst when he found, How damnable deep she had run him on ground, For just in the fury and heat of the job, He ransackt Placket, she rifled his, Fob. With Watch, Gold, and jewels she slipt out of door Poor Voyager ne'r was so jilted before, His Cargo was lost, and his main-mast was torn His Tackling she spoil'd, and his Rudder did burn Hence learn you young gallants that venture to see The danger of such Pickaroons for to flee, For vessels rich guilded with proud Silken Sails, Oft Fire ships do prove & bear death in their tails.
Printed for P. Brooksby at the golden ball in Pye-Corner.