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Svvaggring Ruffian.
You Swagg'rer, with your Hat without a band,
Your head beshagg'd with nittie lowsie lockes.
You that vpon Tabacco vertue stand,
Your only soueraigne Medcine for the Pockes
You that weare Bootes, and Ginglers at your heeles,
Yet whē you ride, your coatch hath but two wheeles.
Your head beshagg'd with nittie lowsie lockes.
You that vpon Tabacco vertue stand,
Your only soueraigne Medcine for the Pockes
You that weare Bootes, and Ginglers at your heeles,
Yet whē you ride, your coatch hath but two wheeles.
You that will meete one by the high-way side,
And sweare Gods woundes, Deliuer me thy purse,
You that for Bawdy houses do prouide,
Though many honest true men speed the worse.
You that will cousen, cheat, robbe, kill, and steale,
Till for your cloathes, Hangman and Broker deale.
And sweare Gods woundes, Deliuer me thy purse,
You that for Bawdy houses do prouide,
Though many honest true men speed the worse.
You that will cousen, cheat, robbe, kill, and steale,
Till for your cloathes, Hangman and Broker deale.
Ile Stabbe yee.
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