A man cannot lose his money, but he shall be mockt too,
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Suttle Mals love to a simple Coney,
To make him an Asse to spend his money.
To the Tune of Oh no, no, no, not yet .
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A Proper hansome young man,
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that dwelt in London Citie,
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Did woo a pretty Damsell,
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who was for him too witty:
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The youngman he had wealth good store,
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the Lasse was poore, though bonny,
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She pleas'd his minde, with speeches kinde,
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and all was for his money.
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A simple silly Coxcombe,
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he shew'd himselfe to be:
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All which the crafty Damsell,
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did well perceive and see;
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She pleased still his humour well,
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with words as sweet as honey,
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She shew'd him still, most kind good will,
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to make him spend his money.
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He was with love inchanted,
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and led into such folly,
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He never would be merry,
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but with his pretty Molly .
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To whom when he was come, she still
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would welcome say, sweet honey:
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Which words in mind, he tooke so kinde,
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he car'd not for his money.
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She colled him, she clipt him,
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she did his corpes imbrace:
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And said her onely pleasure,
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was viewing his sweet face.
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She told him that his breath and lips,
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more sweeter were then honey,
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Yet her mind ran, not on the man,
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so much, as on his money.
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And at their merry meetings,
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the youth would send for wine,
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And many pleasant Junkets,
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for them to sup and dine:
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As Lambe, and Veale, and Mutton store,
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with Chickens, Larkes, and Coney.
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Thus with her wiles, and tempting smiles,
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she made him spend his money.
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He gave her Gownes and Kirtles,
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and many costly things,
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As Girdles, Gloves, and Stockings,
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fine Bracelets, and gold Rings.
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For which he ne'r had naught from her,
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but Thanks mine owne sweet honey,
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A kisse or twaine was all his gaine,
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for all his cost and money.
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And if he ere did offer,
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to doe the thing you wot,
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When they two were in private,
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to him she yeelded not.
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She told him 'twas unlawfull,
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I prethee sweet and honey,
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Urge me not too't, for Ile not doo't,
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intreth for any money.
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Now what should be the reason
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thinke you, she was so coy?
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It was because another man
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her fancy did injoy,
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And none but he alone, she swore,
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should have this Wench so bonney,
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Yet this fond Asse, so simple was,
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to foole away his money
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The second part. To the same tune.
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A Lthough she had another,
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whom she had vow'd to marry,
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Yet to this silly woodcocke,
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her selfe she still did carry,
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As though she had intent at last,
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to make him her sweet honey,
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Yet all her drift, was by this shift,
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to get good cloathes and mony.
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And when she was supplied,
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with all that she did lacke,
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And he had put brave raiment,
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all new upon her backe,
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Him carelesly she slighted then,
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her heart to him was stony,
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She grew so proud, she scarce alow'd
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a smile for all his money.
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So getting up one morning,
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she could no longer tarry,
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But sending for her other Love,
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with him she straight did marry.
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Now had she what she look't for,
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and so farewell my Tommy ,
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My wedding Ring, and every thing
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though boughtst me with thy mony.
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Thus in deriding manner,
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at him she laught and fleer'd,
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Which vexed sore the Youngman,
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when to his shame he heard,
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How he was for his kindnesse showne,
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accounted simple Tommy ,
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And had disgrace, in every place,
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for spending of his money.
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He durst not walke for's pleasure,
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among other youngmen,
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But he was sure to heare on't,
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before he came agen.
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And one would play with t'other in sport,
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with words as sweet as honey,
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To act the part of his sweet heart,
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who made him spend his money.
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This did so vexe and grieve him,
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he vow'd to be revenged,
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Quoth he, my Gowne and Kirtle,
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ere long Ile have new fring'd,
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Take heed, you subtill Queane, quoth he,
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for if I light upon yee,
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Ile make you rue, that ere you knew
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one penny of my money.
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These words the Damsell heard on,
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and being alwayes cunning,
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She spide him as he walkt i'th street,
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and to him she came running.
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She call'd him Rogue and Rascall base,
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you slave quoth she, Ile stone yee;
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And you Clowne, Ile cracke your crowne,
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a pox of you and your money.
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Thus with her scolding speeches,
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his voyce she overcame,
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He seeing of no remedy,
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did let it rest for shame.
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Let every honest youngman then,
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example take by Tommy ,
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Lest they repent, when they have spent,
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upon a Wench their money.
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Finis. M.P.
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