Sons of the Tyne's garland/Wilkes's Riggle

WILKES's Riggle.

LAST Week I rambl'd to the Strand,
To have a roling ſhine O,
A Damſel then did ſieze my Hand,
All dreſs'd ſo neat and fine O;
My Hand ſhe preſs’d my Lips ſhe kiſs’d,
So cunningly did wheedle,
My Dear, ſaid ſhe, come go with me,
And I'll give you Wilkes's Riggle.

Then ſhe took me up to the Ken,
And I called for a Bottle,
Her Miſtreſs quickly brought it in,
I made the Glaſſes rattle,
I flaſh'd my clay and ſo Moll fly,
Did ſmile and tip the Giggle
I'm ſure I can pleaſe any Man,
With Wilkes's pleaſant Riggle.

My Girl and I then fell to work,
We rowl'd it both together
And at every move and every jerk
She call'd out Wilkes for ever:
See here's a Skin that's found within
You ſee I want no Doctor,
Then tipt the giggle with Wilkes's riggle
And hollowed out no Proctor.

Of all the riggles then ſaid I,
I ne'er know ſuch another,
My dear, ſaid ſhe, we'll come to it again,
As ſoon as you do recover:
With all my Heart I will not ſtart,
Said I, I've no objection,
Then with each ſhove ſhe cry'd my Love
Wilkes, and a free Election.

Then gently down ſhe put one Hand,
The t'other o'er my Shoulders,
Now Liberty, he ſoon ſhall ſtand
And I'll back with him two Freeholders.
For I the County am you know
And you do well content me,
Therefore be true, for none but you,
Shall ever repreſent me.

There's many Riggles as I have heard,
Some people ſay there's twenty;
There's Moggy's Riggle, and Boots its true
Three Million Riggles is dainty,
But Wilkes's Riggle does beat them all
The motion is ſo clever,
For it makes your Eye ſquint with ſurpriſe
So Wilkes's Riggle for ever.

FINIS.