The scoond part, To the same tune.
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M Any brave Races,
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both of foote and horse,
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This sptious place is
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so fit for a Course,
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It often inviteth
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both Lords, Knights & Squires
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Here is the Triall
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for better and worse,
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And truth to confesse
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here is many a purse
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I'th yeare taine perforce:
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and (before his horse tires)
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Many a man is
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constrained to stay,
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Ere he passe by,
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In courtesie,
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At Hide Parke Corner,
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a tribute to pay.
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Such great authority
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hath old Hide parke .
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And shewes such charity,
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to many a Sparke,
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He hath spent his meanes,
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and must maintenance have,
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That she can shelter
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at night when tis darke,
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Many a Roarer
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and swaggering Sharke,
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By which she exalteth
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full many a knave,
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Higher than hundreds,
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which flocking doe run,
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Once a month still
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To heare their will
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Which they make at their ends,
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neere Paddington.
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It seemes confessed
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that Hide Parke is faulty,
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Of shrouding those
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that doe boldly assault ye,
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As you doe travell
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along by her pale:
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But as for bawdery
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she fouly scornes,
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Although she includeth
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a number of hornes,
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For making of Cuckolds
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shee's cleare as my nayle,
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If by chance any
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a foule Jest doe break,
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Suffering the same
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shee's not to blame,
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Perhaps shee'd chide them,
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if that she could speake.
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