Classic Poem

Now the good man's from home
I could cast away care,
And with some brisk fellow
Steal out to the fair;
But some are too bashful,
And some are too bold,
And woman's intentions
Are not to be told.

But could I once meet
With a spark to my mind,
One fit to be trusted,
I then might prove kind;
With him I'd steal out,
And I'd range the fair round,
Both eating and drinking
The best could be found.
Oh! there I shall see
The fine gentleman rakes,
And hear the sweet cry
Of beer, ale, wine, and cakes;
While I in blue apron
And clean linen gown
Allure all the sparks
From the flirts of the town.

There's Fielding and Oates
There's Hippesley and Hall,
There's Pinchbeck and Fawkes,
There's the devil and all.
I'll have the best place
And I'll see ev'ry sight,
And revel in pleasure
From morning to night.

Then home get secure
E'er my husband comes back;
And cry most demurely,
What d'ye buy, what d'ye lack;
Thus courted and treated,
Gallanted and kiss'd,
Can deary be cheated
When nothing is miss'd.