The Fond Mother's Garland/The Jolly Waggoner

by Anonymous

The Jolly Waggoner.

AS I was a driving my Waggon one Day,
I met a young Damsel, tight, buxom, and gay:
I kindly accosted her with a low Bow,
 And I felt my whole Body I cannot tell how.
  Hey gee Dobin, gee ho Dobin, gee gee ho Dobin,
  gee ho, gee ho.

 I longed to be at her, and gave her a Kiss,
She thought me but civil, nor took it amiss;
I knew no recalling the Minutes were past,
So began to make Hay while the Sun-shine did last.
  Hey gee Dobin, &c.

 I've six Score of Sheep, and each Ram has his Ewe,
And my Cows when they lack, to the Person's go;
We are made for each other, so prithee comply,
She blush'd, her Eyes twinkI'd, she could not tell why.
  O poor Jenny, &c.

 I kiss'd her again, reply'd with Disdain,
No Kisses I want, prithee take them again;
Then whisper'd me softly, the Weather was hot,
And her Mind run on Something, she could not tell what.
  O poor Jenny, &c.

 Then down in my Waggon this Damsel I laid,
But still I kept driving, for Driving's my Trade,
I ruffl'd her Feathers, and tickl'd her Scut,
And I play'd her round Rubbers at two-handed Put.
  O brave Roger, Drive on Roger, &c.

 Her Breasts they were soft and as white as new Cream,
And her Motion kept Time with the Bells of my Team,
As her Bubbies went up her plump Buttocs went down
So the Wheels seem'd to stand, and the Waggon go round.
  O brave Roger, &c.

 Thus too and again to our Pastime we went,
And my Cards I play'd fairly to Jenny's Content,
I work'd at her Pump 'till the Sucker was dry,
And then I left pumping, a good Reason why.
  O poor Roger, broken back'd Roger, &c.

 I thought e'er we parted to have t'other Blow,
When slap went the Waggon Wheel into a Slough,
Which shatter'd her very much out of Repain,
Then Roger's Pump Handle run the Devil knows where,
  O poor Roger, broken back'd Roger, &c.

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