THE
Bloody Battle at Billingsgate,
Beginning with a Scolding bout between two young Fish-women, Doll and Kate.
To the Tune of, The ORANGE.
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ONe morning of late, hard by Billingsgate,
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There Dolly she happen'd to meet with young Kate,
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They Quarrel'd and Fought, and made a sad Rout,
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And if you wou'd know, Sirs, what it was about,
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I will tell ye.
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Last Wednesday night, young Kate did invite
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The Husband of Dolly, her Joy and Delight,
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And merrily they, did Frolick and Play,
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A whole Winter's night, till the morning next day;
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was it fitting?
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Doll.
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You're Impudent grown, shall I lye alone,
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And you have delight, while his poor Wife has none;
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You saivry young Sow, I will not allow
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Such doings, but here I will pummel ye now,
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ye bold Strumpet.
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Kate.
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Marry gap, Mistress Gill, my mind to fulfill,
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I'de have you to know he shall come when he will,
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And yet not by stealth, ye impudent Elf,
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I have as much right to the Man as your self,
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he's no Husband.
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Doll.
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I'de have ye know before I do go,
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That I can a Lawful Certificate show;
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Thus I am his Wife, the joy of his life,
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But you have between us created much strife,
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ye bold Strumpet.
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Kate.
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A Twelvemonth ye Whor'd, then he did afford
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A Marriage, by leaping twice over a Sword,
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Your Shams I degrade, for Robin he said,
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That under a Hedge-Row that Writing he made;
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hopeful Marriage.
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Ye pittiful Trull, I never did gull
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Like you, the poor Drummer, last Summer, at H[ul]l
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An impudent Stock, went breaking his Lock,
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And stole the man's Shirt, for to make ye a Smock.
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ye bold Strumpet.
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Kate.
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Slut this is a Lye, she then did reply
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But here is one truth, which you cannot deny,
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Ye pittiful Punk, last week ye were Drunk,
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Four men had ye home, and they told me ye stunk
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like a Pole-Cat.
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Kate.
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Are you not a shame, to all of your name?
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All honest good people against you exclaim:
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You left your poor Brats, and went to the t[?] [?]ats
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There lay with a Man for a bushel of Sp[yri]ts,
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out upon ye.
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Doll.
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I'll make ye to smoak, for what ye have spoke
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Since you do so often my patience provoke,
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What flesh can forbear? besides I declare,
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Your Neighbors knows all well enough what you are
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Mistress Trinkets.
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Kate.
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She gave her a thrust, and said, do your worst,
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If you have much Money that does lye and rust,
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W[h]y then go to Law, I won't stand in awe;
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With that down her Face she her Tallents did claw,
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with a vengeance.
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The other she flew, and gave her her due,
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First tore off her Hood, Quoif, and Filleting too:
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They fight and did Scold, and both kept their hold,
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At length in the Kennel together they roll'd,
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like two fat Sows.
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The Women and Men, soon parted 'um then,
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And bid them be Friendly and quiet agen:
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Their words did prevail, together they Sail,
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And drank up two quarts of hot Brandy and Ale,
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in good Friendship.
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FINIS.
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