When they had been Merry good part of the Day, _With a hey down_, &c. They called their Hostess to know what's to pay, _Without ever_, &c. There's Thirty good shillings, and Six pence, she cry'd, _With a hey down_, &c. They told her that she should be soon satisfy'd, _Without ever_, &c. The Handsomest Man of the three up he got; _With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry_, He laid her on her Back, and paid her the shot, _Without ever a Stiver of Money_. The middlemost Man to her Cousin he went, _With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry_, She being handsome, he gave her Content, _Without ever a Stiver of Money_. The last Man of all he took up with the Maid, _With a hey down_, &c. And thus the whole Shot it was lovingly paid, _Without ever_, &c. The Hostess, the Cousin, and Servant, we find, _With a hey down_, &c. Made Courtesies, and thank'd them for being so kind, _Without ever_, &c. The Hostess said, welcome kind Gentleman all, _With a hey down_, &c. If you chance to come this way be pleased to call, _Without ever_, &c. Then taking their Leaves they went merrily out, _With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down, derry_, And they're gone for to Travel the Nation about, _Without ever a Stiver of Money_. _The Maids_ CONJURING _Book_. [Music] A Young Man lately in our Town, He went to Bed one Night; He had no sooner lay'd him down, But was troubled with a Sprite: So vigorously the Spirit stood, Let him do what he can, Sure then he said it must be lay'd, By Woman, not by Man. A Handsome Maid did undertake, And into Bed she leap'd; And to allay the Spirits Power, Full close to him she crep'd: She having such a Guardian care, Her Office to discharge; She open'd wide her Conjuring Book, And lay'd the Leaves at large. Her Office she did well perform, Within a little space; Then up she rose, and down he lay, And durst not shew his Face; She took her leave, and away she went, When she had done the Deed; Saying, if't chance to come again, Then send for me with speed. _A_ SONG. [Music] All Joy to Mortals, Joy and Mirth, Eternal _Io's_ sing; The Gods of Love descend to Earth, Their Darts have lost their Sting. The Youth shall now complain no more, On _Sylvia's_ needless Scorn; But she shall Love if he adore, And melt when he shall burn. The Nymph no longer shall be shy, But leave the Jilting Road; And _Daphne_ now no more shall Fly, The wounded Painted God. But all shall be Serene and Fair, No sad complaints of Love, Shall fill the gentle whispering Air, No Ecchoing sighs, the Grove. Beneath the shades young _Strephon_ lies, Of all his wish possess'd; Gazing on _Sylvia's_ charming Eyes, Whose Soul is there confess'd.