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The pastime being o’er young Nell took her way,
Until that they came to some cocks of new hay.
He lad ⟨her⟩ a dance, and she said for your sake,
I ne’er will forget coming home from the wake.
Her dame the next morning said, Nell tell me right,
What pleasure or pastime you met with last night?
Young Nelly she laugh'd till her sides she did shake,
Saying, ’twas a delicate dance coming home from the wake.
Soon after she found that her strength it did fail,
Her red rosy cheeks began to look pale,
Her belly grew big, and her heart it did ach,
When she thought on her dance coming home from the wake.
Her dame soon perceiv'd it, and said to her Nell,
What have you been doing, you seem for to swell?
Says she I can't tell, if my life lay at stake,
But I fear 'twas a fall coming home from the wake.
Now she exposes the sweetest of charms,
So desperate it grew, ’till it lodg’d in her arms.
So maidens by Nelly a warning pray take,
Beware how you fall coming home from the wake.
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A SEAFARING SONG.
BE cheerful my lads, now all dangers are o’er,
The high foaming billows disturb us no more.
Rude Boreas may bluster, may bluster in vain.
For here we can laugh at the threats of the main;
Then each lad take his lass,
His bottle and glass,
For life’s but a favour that quickly must pass.
