The Fourth Volume of the Writings Of the Author of the London-Spy Prose and Verse [by Edward Ward] |
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The London-Bawd.
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The London-Bawd.
A Song.
Come all ye Country Yea's and No's
Ye Temple Rakes and City Beaus
And antient flogging Cullies,
Walk in and view my Female Ware,
The Black, the Brown, the Red, the Fair,
All free from Claps or Bullies.
Ye Temple Rakes and City Beaus
And antient flogging Cullies,
Walk in and view my Female Ware,
The Black, the Brown, the Red, the Fair,
All free from Claps or Bullies.
I've Widows, Wives and pritty Maids,
Fine dapper Dames, and lusty Jades
Of e'ery Age and Stature,
Highflyers, Meeters, Quakers, Saints,
That scorn your Washes or your Paints,
All Beautiful by Nature.
Fine dapper Dames, and lusty Jades
Of e'ery Age and Stature,
Highflyers, Meeters, Quakers, Saints,
That scorn your Washes or your Paints,
All Beautiful by Nature.
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The sober Crack, the merry Punk,
The Ranting Whore that will be drunk,
The Modest and the Witty,
The Guinea Lass that plys at Court,
Of long Experience in the Sport,
Tho very young and pritty.
The Ranting Whore that will be drunk,
The Modest and the Witty,
The Guinea Lass that plys at Court,
Of long Experience in the Sport,
Tho very young and pritty.
The Damask Lady very fine,
Or Chamber Maid in Anterine,
Well skill'd in making Possets;
Th'Exchange Wench in her Grazet Gown,
The taudry Minx bred up in Town,
Or Country Jugs in Russets.
Or Chamber Maid in Anterine,
Well skill'd in making Possets;
Th'Exchange Wench in her Grazet Gown,
The taudry Minx bred up in Town,
Or Country Jugs in Russets.
The Pious Whore drest Holy wise,
The Hypocrite that sins and cries,
Yet loves the Sport most dearly,
The cunning Gypsy that is kept,
And by good Management is stept
Into an Income yearly.
The Hypocrite that sins and cries,
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The cunning Gypsy that is kept,
And by good Management is stept
Into an Income yearly.
The common Trader of the Town,
That gives two Ups for one Go down,
A rare good natur'd Doxy,
That when she finds she is not well,
Will frankly her Condition tell
Much rather than she'll pox ye.
That gives two Ups for one Go down,
A rare good natur'd Doxy,
That when she finds she is not well,
Will frankly her Condition tell
Much rather than she'll pox ye.
The nasty bawling swearing Sow,
With swanking Udders like a Cow,
For Coachmen and for Porters;
The silly homely servile Drudge,
That for a Pot of Ale will lodge
With Soldier at his Quarters.
With swanking Udders like a Cow,
For Coachmen and for Porters;
The silly homely servile Drudge,
That for a Pot of Ale will lodge
With Soldier at his Quarters.
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All sorts of Lasses can I call,
From Madam Flirt to Pitcher Moll,
For Rakes of e'ery station;
That will your Lustful Passions ease,
And be as Wicked as you please,
In spite of Reformation.
From Madam Flirt to Pitcher Moll,
For Rakes of e'ery station;
That will your Lustful Passions ease,
And be as Wicked as you please,
In spite of Reformation.
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