A Wanton Trick

Source: Coeur d'Ennui Letchers Guild Songbook Edited by William Coeur du Boeuf;
Thomas D'Urfey's Songs of Wit and Mirth, or Pills to purge Melancholy
Note from Letchers Guild Songbook:
A musical metaphor. PTPM has several more verses that I left out.

If anyone long for a musical song,
Although that his hearing be thick,
The sound that it bears will ravish his ears,
Tis but a wanton trick!

A pleasant young maid on an instrument played,
That knew neither note, nor prick,
She had a good will to live by her skill,
Tis but a wanton trick!

A youth in that art, well seen in his part,
They called him Derbyshire Dick,
Came to her a suitor and would be her tutor,
Tis but a wanton trick!

To run with his bow he was not slow,
His fingers were nimble and quick.
When he played on his bass, he ravised the lass:
Tis but a wanton trick!

He pleased her so well that backwards she fell,
And swoon-ed as though she were sick,
So sweet was his note that up went her coat,
Tis but a wanton trick!

The string of his viol she put to the trial,
Till she had the full length of the stick.
Her white bellied lute, she set to his flute,
Tis but a wanton trick!

Thus she with her lute and he with his flute,
Held every crochet and prick,
She learned at her leisure, but paid for her pleasure,
Tis but a wanton trick!

His viol string burst, her tutor she cursed,
However she played with the stick,
From October to June she was quite out of tune,
Tis but a wanton trick!

And then she repented that e’er she consented,
To have either note or prick,
For learning so well made her belly to swell,
Tis but a wanton trick!

All maids that make trial of a lute or a viol,
Take heed how you handle the stick.
If you like not this order, come try my recorder--
Tis but a wanton trick!

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