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The Painters Song of London.

11.

[1]

Where are you faire maides,
That haue neede of our trades?
Ile fell you a rare confection.
Will yee haue your faces spread,
Either with white or red?
Will yee buy any faire complection?

2

My drugges are no dregges,
For I haue whites of Egges,
Made in a rare confection.
Red Leather and Surfler water,
Scarlet colour or Staues-aker,
Will yee buy any faire complection?