When I Was a Younker

When I was a younker, and liv'd with my dad, The neighbours all thought me a smart little lad; My mammy she call'd me a white headed boy, Because with the girls I liked to toy. There was Ciss, Priss, Letty, and Betty, And Doll, With Meg, Peg, Jenny and Winny and Moll; I flatter their chatter so sprightly and gay; I rumble 'em, tumble 'em; that's my way.

One fine frosty morning a-going to school, Young Moggy I met, and she call'd me a fool: Her mouth was my primmer, a lesson I took; I swore it was pretty and kiss'd the book. But school, Fool, Primmer, and Trimmer, and Birch, And boys for the girls that I've left in the lurch. I flatter, &c.

'Tis very well known I can dance a good jig; And at cudgels from Robin I won a fat Pig: I wrestle a fall, and a bar I can fling. And when o'er a flaggon, can sweetly sing. But Pig, jig, Wicket, and Cricket, And Ball. I'd give up to wrestle with Moggy of all. I flatter, &c.