Song.
[The Widows and Maids]
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To the old Tune of, Taking of Snuff is the Mode of the Court.
1
The Widows and Maids
May now hold up their Heads;
There are Men to be had for all uses:
But who could presage,
That ever one Age
Should be furnish'd with two Tom Lucys?
2
Since his Grace could prefer
The Poulterer's Heir,
To the great Match his Uncle had made him:
'Twere just if the King
Took away his blue String,
And sew'd him on two to lead him.
3
That the Lady was sent
To a Convent at Ghent,
Was the Counsel of Kidnapping Grafton;
And we may now foretel,
That all will go well,
Since the rough Blockhead governs the soft one.
4
Moll Hinton best knows,
Why Newburgh kept close;
But it need never trouble her Conscience:
'Twas Duty to clap
That impertinent Fop;
For it sav'd us abundance of Nonsense.
5
For one that loves Peace,
And would live at his Ease,
Northampton the best way has chosen;
Leaves courting the Fair
To his Uncle's Care,
And the combating Part to his Cousin.
6
In Shrewsbury we find
A gen'rous Mind,
So kindly to live with his Mother;
And never try yet
To revenge the sad Fate
Of his Father and only Brother.
7
Thus fighting we see,
With some Folks won't agree;
A Witness a much safer Post is:
And tho my Lord Grey
In the Field ran away,
He could charge in a Court of Justice.
8
'Tis pleasant to hear
An eminent
Peer,
Make Whoring a Case of Conscience:
When 'tis so well known,
His Favour begun
By pimping to Portsmouth not long since.
9
'Tis a very plain Case,
That the
Countess's Disgrace
The Catholick Cause advances:
'Tis also as plain,
That Tyrconnel's chief Aim
Was to bring in his Daughter Frances.
10
That Church will dispense
With no Heretick Wench;
And yet we have this for our comfort;
Tho the Priest at the Court
Forbid us that Sport,
The Chancery allows us a Montfort.
11
Thrice fortunate Boy,
Who canst give double Joy,
And at every Turn be ready,
With Pleasures in store,
Behind and before,
To delight both my Lord and my Lady.
