To _Paris-Garden_ then I went, Where there is great resort; My Pleasure was my Punishment, I did not like the Sport: The Garden-Bull with his stout Horns, On high then tossed me; I did bewray my self with fear, _Like a great Boobee_. The Bearward went to save me then, The People flock'd about; I told the Bear-Garden-Men, My Guts they were almost out: They said I stunk most grievously, No Man would pity me; They call'd me witless Fool and Ass, _And a great Boobee_. Then o'er the water I did pass, As you shall understand; I dropt into the Thames, alass, Before I came to Land: The Waterman did help me out, And thus did say to me; 'Tis not thy fortune to be drown'd, _Like a great Boobee_. But I have learned so much Wit, Shall shorten all my Cares; If I can but a Licence get, To play before the Bears: 'Twould be a gallant Place indeed, As I may tell to thee: Then who dares call me Fool or Ass, _Or great Boobee_. _Set by Mr._ Jeremiah Clark, _Sung by Mr._ LEVERIDGE. [Music] When Maids live to Thirty, yet never repented, When _Europe's_ at Peace and all _England_ contented, When Gamesters won't Swear, and no bribery thrives, Young Wives love old Husbands, young Husbands old Wives; When Landlords love Taxes, and Soldiers love Peace: And Lawyers forget a rich Client to Fleece: When an old Face shall please as well as a new, Wives, Husbands, and Lovers will ever be true. When Bullies leave huffing and Cowards their Trembling, And Courtiers and Women and Priests their Dissembling, When these shall do nothing against what they teach, Pluralities hate, and we mind what they Preach: When Vintners leave Brewing to draw the Wine pure, And Quacks by their Medicines kill less than they Cure, When an old Face shall please as well as a new, Wives, Husbands and Lovers will ever be true. _Words to a Tune of_ Mr. BARRET'S, _call'd the_ CATHERINE. [Music] In the pleasant Month of _May_, When the merry, merry Birds began to sing; And the Blossoms fresh and gay; Usher'd in the welcome Spring, When the long cold Winter's gone, And the bright enticing Moon, In the Evening sweetly shon: When the bonny Men and Maids tript it on the Grass; At a jolly Country Fair, When the Nymphs in the best appear; We resolv'd to be free, with a Fiddle and a She, E'ery Shepherd and his Lass. In the middle of the Sport, When the Fiddle went brisk and the Glass went round, And the Pretty gay Nymphs for Court, With their Merry Feet beat the Ground; Little _Cupid_ arm'd unseen, With a Bow and Dart stole in, With a conquering Air and Mien, And empty'd his Bow thro' the Nymphs and the Swains; E'ery Shepherd and his Mate, Soon felt their pleasing Fate, And longing to try in Enjoyment to die, Love reign'd o'er all the Plains.