_Or, York-shires Glory_.
Being an Account of a Race lately Run at
_Temple-Newnham-Green_; None being admitted to run, but such
as were supposed Virgins. The first that came to the two
Miles-Race end, was to have a Silver Spoon, the second, a
silver bodkin, the third a Silver Thimble, and the fourth
Nothing at all.
Tune is, _a New Game at Cards_.
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You that do desire to hear, [60.]
Of a Virgin Race run in _York-Shire_,
Come and Listen, I'le declare,
Such News before, you never did hear;
For I think since the World begun
But seldom Virgins Races run.
Four Virgins that supposed were
A Race did run I now declare,
Sure such a Race was never seen,
As this at _Temple Newnham Green_.
In half-shirts & Drawers these Maids did run
But Bonny _Nan_ the Race has won
A Silver Spoon this _Nan_ obtain'd
The next a Silver Bodkin gain'd
The third that was not quite so nimble,
Was to have a Silver Thimble;
And she that was the last of all.
Nothing unto her share did fall.
In Drawers Red _Ann Clayton_ run,
And she it was the Race that won;
_Pegg Hall_ as I may tell to you,
Did run in Drawers that were Blew;
Honest _Alice Hall_ that was the third,
Her Drawers were white upon my word.
A concourse great of People were
For to behold these Virgins there,
Who so well acted the Mans part,
And love a Man with all their heart;
But what means this, for well we know
Maids through the Nation all do so.
Now let us come to Bonny _Nan_,
Who won a Race once of a man,
In _Bassing Hall Street_ he did dwell
His name was _Luke_, 'tis known full well;
And let me now declare to you,
At something else she'l beat him too.
Let none the _York-shire_ Girls despise
Who are so Active now a days,
So brisk and nimble they do grow,
That few can match them, I do know:
Then let us stand up for _York shire_,
Those Country Girls I love most dear.
A _York shire_ Girl who can outvie,
No City Girls can them come nigh,
They've Rosey Blushes in their Cheeks,
While City Girls are Green as Leeks,
This with my fancy will agree
A _York shire_ Girl shall be for me.
Then here's a Health to a _York shire_ Girl,
For in my eye she is a Pearl
Whose Beauty doth so charm mine eye,
That for her I would freely dye.
Her virtues do her face adorn,
And makes her look fresh as the Morn.
Now to conclude unto my friend
These Lines I freely recommend;
Advising him above the rest,
To love a _Yorkshire_ Girl the best;
But let him use his skill for I
Will love a _Yorkshire_ Girl until I dye