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 He dreſſed himſelf from top to toe,
And away to the Captain's fair lady did go,
He rapt at the door with courage ſo bold,
Being dreſs'd in robes of embroidered gold.

 The maid let him in, it being late in the night,
Although half aſleep, ſhe gave him a light,
He ſays, Where's your miſtreſs? ſhe anſwer'd, in bed
Then open the chamber door quickly he ſaid.

 To be deſperate drunk himſelf he did feign,
Said the Lady, Captain, you run a fine game,
Sometimes all night you from me do ſtroll,
And when you come home you're drunk as an owl.

 He jumpt into bed, out the candle he puff'd,
The lady ſhe turn'd her backſide in a huff;
He grow'ld and he grumbl'd as ſots they will do,
While he pull'd and he haul'd her for to buckle too.

 You'll tear my lac'd ſmoke, ſaid the lady fair,
Your beeath ſmells ſtrong of rum wine and beer,
I will not turn to you, ſo teaze me no more,
I believe you've been carrouſing all night with your whores.

 He made her no anſwer but play'd with her knees,
At length the fair Lady began to be pleas'd;
Then he tit for tat, with the Captain did play,
And he ſlept in her arms till the break of day.

 When the Lady awoke and beholding his face,
She began to cry out in a pityful caſe,