The Bak'd Bully: OR, Love in an Oven.
[...]ing a true Relation of a Gentleman that pickt up a Bakers Wife: how she carried him home to her house, and of his Entertainment there.
To the Tune of,
Jenny come tie my, &c.
With Allowance.
[...]Ou Blades of the
North,
to my Story give ear,
[...] you'l find it well worth
[...]our attention to hear:
[...]will advance your renown o're the Bully, & make
[...]ery Hector o'th town, at your vengeance to quake.
Then let the Town Bulleys henceforth have a care,
Of a Bakers revenge, or to deal with his Ware.
[...]e Relation is new,
[...]nd but just come in print,
[...]'l swear it is true
[...]hen you hear what is in't;
[...]
[...]aker i'th North who need not be nam'd,
[...] a wife, who for beauty by neighbours was fam'd:
[...]hen let the Town, &c.
[...] oft on the Green
[...]ould be walking for Air,
[...]ere a Lover unseen,
[...] conceal'd himself near:
[...]arteously made his address, which she took,
[...]aid him agen in an amorous look:
[...] let the Town, &c.
He could not attain
any more in that place,
The Walks were so publique
for Lovers imbrace:
He therefore withdrew, and did cast in his min
[...]
A way to enjoy her, whom now he found kind
Then let the Town, &c.
He sends for an Engen,
who long time had made
The debauching of Women,
a prosperous trade:
A Midwife to whom he imparted his end,
And his amorous fate to her conduct commen
[...]
Then let the Town, &c.
So well she was vers'd
in the trade she maintain'd,
Her tale she rehears'd,
and a meeting obtain'd:
Her Husband being absent, they both did ag
[...]
Their loving encounter i'th Bakehouse sho
[...]
[...]
Then let the Town Bulleys henceforth have a
[...]
Of a Bakers revenge, or to deal with his Ware
[...]
Where met, they us'd speed,
no time they would waste,
But quickly agreed,
and the Gallant embrac'd:
But their amorous passion had quickly an end,
For spight and ill fortune the Husband did send:
Then let the Town, &c.
Who knocking in hast,
they uncoupl'd with speed,
And the Youth thus uncas'd,
did a hideing place need:
Need teaches discretion, the Oven they find,
Th'out any digression, suit best with their mind:
Then let the Town, &c.
They us'd no delay,
for he quickly creept in,
Where close down he lay,
and she then shut him in:
Then the Baker being entred, cry'd boy come away,
And thus to his wife he began for to say:
Then let the Town, &c.
Od's me I'm afraid
I have o're slipt my hour,
My Customers staid,
and my Yeast will be sour:
Put fire i'th Oven, i'le quickly despatch,
E're that be well heat, i'le have made up my batch:
Then let the Town, &c.
He threw in a Baven,
well lighted and dry,
E're another he had in,
the Bully did cry:
Well sing'd, and thus frighted, the Lover did crawl,
From out of the Oven, and down he did fall:
Then let the Town, &c.
The Baker inraged
at what he had spy'd,
With passion engaged,
and threw fear aside:
He took up a Cudgel and laid on such blows,
He made him run out without money or cloaths:
Then let the Town Bulleys henceforth have a care,
Of a Bakers Revenge, or to deal with his Ware.
Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden Ball, near the Hospital-gate, in West-smith-field.