Watton Town's End: As I cam up to Arpendeen And straight to Wattontown And there I met a pretty wench That looked like lay me Down. Cho: At Watten Towns end, At Watten Towns end, At every door there stands a whore At Watten Towns end. The Frigat's name was Thunder-bolt, Her sails were all of Silk; Her tacklen was of silver twist Her colour like the Milk. Her planks were all of ivory Her bottom beaten-gold Her deck was alabaster pure She look'ed briske and bold. Her keep was guilded o'er an o'er Her wanton flay did flye And I was mad to be aboard So much a fool was I. She seemed a stately pleasure-boat With tempting good attire But little knew that (under deck) Her gun room was in fire. I lodged with her, I laid her down, I slept with her all night I supped upon a Coney fatt [Coney, rabbit, and slang for vagina] Whose Gravy was delight She gave to me a Syrrup sweet Was in her placket box But o're three minute went about It proved the French-pox. [Syphilis] The fire-ship she did blow me up As my effigies shows And all may read upon my face The loss of teeth and nose. Now as I walk along the street They gaze upon my face And every one that looks at me Salutes me with disgrace. By me beware then Gentlemen From King to country clown, And when you see a pretty Wench Remember lay me down. [c 1620, but extant copies are much later. Its tune had same title, and is in C . M. Simpson's BBBM, 1966. This Frigate 'Thunder-bolt 'is easily recognized as the great,...., great grandmother of "The Maid of Amsterdam."] WBO oct99
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