knight in search of damsel in distress

[plaidpete]

Tall, slightly fuzzy 32 year old gentleman looking for a sweet damsel in search of adventure.

I am in central MA, slim build, dry sense of humor.

 

[fallin_snow]

Tall, slightly fuzzy 32 year old gentleman looking for a sweet damsel in search of adventure.

I am in central MA, slim build, dry sense of humor.

wow have not heard that in a while.. damsel that is.... just wanted to say hi...

 

[Ivy Lady]

Tall, slightly fuzzy 32 year old gentleman looking for a sweet damsel in search of adventure.

I am in central MA, slim build, dry sense of humor.

Sweet Damsel? Perhaps

In distress? Not entirely.

Hello.

Ivy

 

[plaidpete]

Fallin Snow,

Just sitting here with my morning coffee, wondering if spring will be here soon.

What kind of dancing do you like to do?

Is there anything better than a good kiss?

best,

pete

 

[plaidpete]

Sweet Ivy,

Perhaps I should change the part about distress...sweet damsel though?

best,

pete

 

[plaidpete]

I also know a whole slew of bawdy songs from the 18th century that I am willing to share over a pint, in person or cyber.

 

[Ivy Lady]

Sweet Ivy,

Perhaps I should change the part about distress...sweet damsel though?

best,

pete

Indeed. What about the bawdy songs and so forth?

Sounds enticing............

Ivy

 

[plaidpete]

Your wish, Ivy, is my command. This is one of my favorites about a country blacksmith - just subtle enough to get away with in a crowd if people aren't paying attention.


The Blacksmith

A lusty young smith at
His vice stood a filing;
His hammer lay by,
but his forge still aglow;
When to him a buxom young damsel came smiling;
And asked him to work at her forge he would go.

With a jingle bang jingle bang jingle bang jingle,
With a jingle bang jingle bang jingle, hi ho!

I will said the smith and
they went off together;
Along to the young damsels
forge they did go.
They stripped to go to it,
twas hot work and hot weather.
She kindled a fire and she soon made him glow.

With a jingle &c.

My husband she said, no good work could afford her;
His strength and his tools were worn out long ago!
Well mine, said the smith
are in very good order;
And now I am ready
my skill for to show.

With a jingle &c.

His iron grew hot as
both did desire;
And he was too wise
not to strike while twas so!
Quoth she, what I get
I get out of the fire.
Prithee, strike hard and
redouble the blow.

With a jingle &c.

Six times was the iron,
through vigorous heating;
Would soften in the forge
in a minute or so;
It hardened once more still
beating and beating,
But each time it softened,
it hardened more slow.

With a jingle &c.

I must go, said the smith, and
the dame filled with sorrow;
Oh, what would I give were
my husband to do so?
Good lad with your hammer,
come hither tomorrow,
But, pray would you use
once more ere you go.

With a jingle &c.

This is from the 1730s from a collection of songs put together by this fellow D'Urfey, called Pills to Purge Mellencholy.

 

[Ivy Lady]

Just compelling enought to make me wish I were that buxom babe.

Ivy

 

[fallin_snow]

Fallin Snow,

Just sitting here with my morning coffee, wondering if spring will be here soon.

What kind of dancing do you like to do?

Is there anything better than a good kiss?

best,

pete

oh man.... all kinds ...lol... but have not had the chance to go in so long. afraid i might have forgoten how..

oh. well there are a few things that come REALY close to a good kiss......

and dont worrie hun... it is coming alright..

 

[Vinde]

Great song.

What kind of distress would a damsel need to find herself in for you to come rescue her?

 

[Vinde]

. . . what kind of adventure did you have in mind?

 

[plaidpete]

Fallin Snow,

I know, I know, spring is on the way...just being impacient.

I used to know how to waltz, but it has been a while - used to enjoy it though.

 

[plaidpete]

Vinde,

I don't know, I am fairly open to suggestion and only a little bit cautious. I can be daring if needed.

 

[Vinde]

Daring is a good quality to look for when I am in distress. PM me if you want to chat.

 

[Ivy Lady]

Hello, Pete

Looking for another lyrical, bawdy post.

Ivy

 

[fallin_snow]

Fallin Snow,

I know, I know, spring is on the way...just being impacient.

I used to know how to waltz, but it has been a while - used to enjoy it though.

well i hear it can all come back to you once you do it.. sorta like riding a bike... oh wait is that something els????


huuuuuuuuuuuuuuum

 

[plaidpete]

Snow,

I think it might be something else. Willing to experiment on both counts though.

 

[plaidpete]

The Trooper Watering his Nag

Well, here is another one that's fun. Oh, to be in the cavalry. This is also from Pills to Purge Melencholy. A great set of books, by the way.

Enjoy!


There was an old Woman liv’d under a Hill,
Sing Trolly lolly, lolly, lolly, lo;
She had good Beer and Ale for to sell,
Ho, ho had she so, had she so, had she so;
She had a Daughter her name was Siss,
Sing Trolly lolly, lolly, lolly, lo;
She kept her at Home for to welcome her Guest,
Ho, ho, did she so, did she so, did she so.

There came a Trooper riding by,
Sing Trolly lolly, lolly, lolly, lo;
He call’d for Drink most plentifully,
Ho, ho, did he so, did he so, did he so.
When one Pot was out he call’d for another,
Sing Trolly lolly, lolly, lolly, lo;
He kiss’d the Daughter before the Mother,
Ho, ho, did he so, did he so, did he so.

And when Night came on to Bed they went,
Sing Trolly lolly, lolly, lolly, lo;
It was with the Mother’s own Consent,
Ho, ho, was it so, was it so, was it so.
Quoth she what is this so stiff and warm,
Sing Trolly lolly, lolly, lolly, lo;
‘Tis Ball my Nag he will do you no harm
Ho, ho wont he so, wont he so, wont he so.

But what is this hangs under his Chin,
Sing Trolly lolly, lolly, lolly, lo;
‘Tis the bag he puts his Provender in,
Ho, ho, is it so, is it so, is it so.
Quoth he what is this? Quoth she ‘tis a Well,
Sing Trolly lolly, lolly, lolly, lo;
Where Ball your Nag my drink his fill,
Ho, ho, may he so, may he so, may he so.

But what if my Nag should chance to slip in,
Sing Trolly lolly, lolly, lolly, lo;
Then catch hold of the Grass that grows on the brim,
Ho, ho, must I so, must I so, must I so.
But what if the Grass should chance to fail,
Sing Trolly lolly, lolly, lolly, lo;
Shove him in by the Head, pull him out by the Tail,
Ho, ho, must I so, must I so, must I so.

 

[fallin_snow]

Snow,

I think it might be something else. Willing to experiment on both counts though.

..huuuumm.. esxperimenting.......

 

[plaidpete]

fallin,

Experimenting? Did I mention that I am easily influenced?

 

[sueanninct]

Tall, slightly fuzzy 32 year old gentleman looking for a sweet damsel in search of adventure.

I am in central MA, slim build, dry sense of humor.

I have no coffee or tea in my apartment this morning. Is that considered distress?

 

[plaidpete]

Hi Sue,

Have coffee, will travel - only about 25 minutes away from the CT border. (Have the Sunday paper, as well.)

 

[sueanninct]

Hi Sue,

Have coffee, will travel - only about 25 minutes away from the CT border. (Have the Sunday paper, as well.)

WOOHOO! Now that's what I call a nice, Sunday morning. Would love a walk at the state park, but with all the rain, all the trails are mud. And the snow we're getting tomorrow isn't helping, either.

Can a bold knight such as yourself improve the weather?

 

[plaidpete]

I have to admit not to be able to change the weather, but what I can provide on a cold day is a cup of tea, some fresh scones, an comfy couch, a blanket and someone to cuddle with.....