You lovers of sporting Galanting and Courting and drinking and ranting attend to my tale It is of my Rambles and how I have Gambl'd and what sad misfortunes unto me befell. From the north I came to see that brave place in Edinburgh of fame I lost all my grace. I met with Companions Moll, Nelly and Peg who made me pay dearly for Bobing in bed. Having plenty of Gold I did Court young and old learn'd soon to swear bold Court ladys of pleasure Till cheat by their Cullys and beat by their Bullys At length I was noddle stript of all my treasure. Their pranking and pratling all the long night With drinking and sparkling was all my delight Till beat by the Ladies though verry well bred Who made me pay dearly for Bobing in bed. In Gold lace and scarlet I met with three Harlots Attended by Varlets A Low Bow I made. I viewing their faces their Cloths and their laces of high Blood I thought these O! Cursed Damn'd jades One smiled in my face with her bright eyes her heart in a pause now sighing she dies She fell in swoon and tosst up her leg which was invitation for Bobing in bed I flew to relieve her Caress'd her with pleasure So soon as I squeez'd her She felt my pulse move, Then sighing cry'd Stranger, you are my Danger, my wounds are incurable, I am in Love. So smart was her tongue her hair and her gate with beauty arround; she made my heart ache. She invited me with her away she me led rais'd my Inclination for bobing in bed. She plac'd me a Chair, all pleasure was there while close sat my dear and my finger she press'd Desir'd me to dine Call'd Boldly for wine with all Delicacies that were of the best. Then dancing and jinking was all her delight, and boxing of monkies throughout the long night. With Cannon-gait breeches and bees in my head which made me pay dearly for bobing in bed. While sweet sleep did please me O then they did Cease me of Gold they did rob me of watch ring and Box Without Cloths or shirt they laid me in dirt with an old nasty blanket all lined with Pox 'Gainst the whores I swore but all was in vain for every young whore near knew me by name. In mean Cloths I walked and Begging my bread but Curs'd the Dam'd Bitches for Bobing in bed.
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