But when thus united, how noble the fame!
What envy muſt wait on ſo happy a name!
Love ſtood my protector in all the alarms,
While the ſilver-ton’d trumpet ſtill ſounded to arms.
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GENTLEMEN RAKES of the TOWN.
DID not you hear of the gentlemen rakes,
And hear the ſweet cry of beer, wine & cakes,
Whilſt we in blue aprons, and clean linen gowns,
For to view all the gentlemen rakes of the town.
The goodman comes hame to drive away care,
And takes ſome good fellow away to the fair;
Some are too baſhful, and ſome are too bold,
Young womens’ intentions are not to be told.
Whilſt we in blue aprons, etc.
There’s Millers, there’s Oats there’s Bully & all,
There’s Lee, and there’s Harper, the devil and all,
Whilſt we are a viewing the gentlemen rakes,
And hear the ſweet cry of beer, wine and cakes.
Whilſt we in blue aprons, etc.
Our pinners well lac’d, with fine round ear’d caps,
We dreſs ourſelves nice to tempt our chaps,
With rings & round ribbons to ſwell out our pride,
And our boſoms all naked to tempt you beſide.
Whilſt we in blue aprons, etc.
On our arms hangs a baſket of fruit that is nice,
Our gentlemens’ palate to pleaſe in a trice,
Let it be at a maſqusrade, play-houſe, or ball,
We lately frequented, likewiſe Fox-hall.
Whilſt we in blue aprons, etc.
GLASGOW,
Printed by J. & M. Robertſon, Saltmarket, 1802.
