Dirty Dolls Farewel.
Being an account of a certain Woman, known by the Name of Dirty Doll , once li-
ving near Horslydown in Southwark , who was in her Life-time so notorious for se-
veral misdemeanours, that it is said, The Devil about the 17th, or 18th. of August
1684. appeared to her, between whom there hapened a terrible Combat, in which
Dirty Doll was much bruised, so that one of her Arms was as black as a Cole, and
her Thumb almost pinched off: She dyed on the 25th. of the same month, and was
buried the 28th. Being accomodated to the Grave with whooting and hallowing,
in a strange manner. Tune of, The Rich Merchant-man.
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C Ome listen to my Song,
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you that live far and near;
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A Warning unto old and Young
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I hope it will appear.
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The like you will not hear
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search you the World about,
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Of one both void of grace and fear,
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that with the Devil fought.
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Make Conscience in your ways,
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and do to no man wrong,
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For cursed Cheats and false Deceits
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do never prosper long.
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Of one call'd Dirty Doll ,
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who for this Worldly pelf,
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'Tis thought did much abuse her soul,
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and greatly wrong her self.
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But let none after this
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do actions so unjust:
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For certain and undoubted 'tis
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we must return to Dust.
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Make Conscience in your waies,
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and do to no man wrong,
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For cursed cheats and false deceits
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do never prosper long.
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She ran a wicked course,
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which prov'd her deadly shame,
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Not having in the least remorse,
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or sorrow for the same.
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Till at the last it seems
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the Devil did appear,
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And in an ugly Hellish shape
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did unto her draw near.
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Make Conscience in your waies,
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and do to no man wrong,
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For cursed cheats and false deceits
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do never prosper long.
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Amaz'd she was at first
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this dreadful sight to see;
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That he who is for ever curst
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so near to her should be:
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A quarrel did arise,
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as many people say,
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And Doll was bruis'd and batter'd too
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extreamly in the fray.
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Make Conscience in your waies,
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and do to no man wrong,
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For cursed cheats and false deceits
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do never prosper long.
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Most sadly she was beat,
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in a sad plight was she,
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One Arm it was as black as jet,
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as many people see:
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So that at last she dy'd
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a sinfull Soul I fear,
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Not one do give her a good word
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that I do come a near.
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Make Conscience etc.
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But such a Funeral
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you ne'r did hear nor see,
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For old and young, both great & small
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rejoyced seem'd to be.
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Oh there goes Dirty Doll ,
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aloud the people cry'd,
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Now she will grind the poor no more
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'tis well for them she dy'd.
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Make Conscience etc.
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Extortion is a thing
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by Heaven is quite forbid;
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And often doth to ruin bring;
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such sins will not lye hid:
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And those that pinch the poor,
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who of them stand in need,
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Will surely punish'd be therefore,
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for 'tis a wicked deed.
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Make Conscience etc.
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Lord! grant that we who here
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are left, and stay behind,
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May alwaies live in godly fear,
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then may we comfort find;
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And happy will it be
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for us another day,
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If we with-all, both great and small
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do not unjustly play.
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Make Conscience in your waies,
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and do to no man wrong,
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For cursed cheats and false deceits
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do never prosper long.
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