THE
Monsieurs Misfortune:
OR,
The Shammer Shamm[']d.
To an Excellent New Tune. This may be Printed, R.P.
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MOnsieur Burgua's a brisk young Gallant,
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newly arrived here from France,
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He has a very pretty Tallant,
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much like a Whiggish confidence;
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Many a Camp and many a Leager,
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has this Mighty Man gone through,
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Believ'd by most a great Intreager,
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But duce take me if e're I do.
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Sometimes I walk in Covent-Garden,
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and look as great as John a Gaunt,
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Though in my Pocket ne'r a Farthing
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yet none can think that I do want:
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My Garb and Meen will give me Credit,
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at each House for a Treat or two,
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I swear i'le pay, yet though I said it,
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A pox take me if e're I do.
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My Lodgings e'ry morning early
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are strong and formally Besieg'd
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With Duns, all which I promise fairly,
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and own my self to all oblig'd:
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Then look so great, yet so demurely,
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they think that all I say is true,
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And that i'le keep my word securely,
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but duce take me if e're I do.
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Then comes my Milliner and cringes,
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shews me of each New fashion some,
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Ribbons and Hatbands, Gloves and Fringes,
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at last she comes the gentle Dun:
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Sir, I'm afraid you have me forgot,
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you said a Month and now 'tis two,
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What de ye mean? distrust me not,
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but pox take me if e're I do.
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Then come my Semstress with fine Linnen,
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fair, plump and juicy as any Grape,
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From some place where she had been sinning,
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sweating through her nasty Crape;
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She I can deal with without Guinnies,
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a Night will wipe off one or two,
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She shall be paid by silly Ninnies,
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but duce take me if e're I do.
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Sometimes I dress like a Commander,
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with Scarf and Croslet round my Neck,
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Then strut and talk like Alexander,
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with great Banboo and Cordebeck:
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Then I declare the Turks next Summer
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shall see my face and fear me too;
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This I can swear too at the Rummer,
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but pox take me if e're I do.
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The other day I met a Lady,
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and she invited me to Dine,
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She seem'd as Complesant as may be,
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and did present de bottle Wine:
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Then came a Roaring Pimp, a Trap Sir,
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he swore I had Debauch'd his Wife,
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I lost my Wigg and Beaver-Hat Sir,
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and I was glad to save my Life.
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Dis be no good de Engolish Fashon,
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he swore he'd beat me blind, de'y see,
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Only for Courting Miss in pashon,
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te Div'la take 'em both for me:
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At last I got loose from his storming,
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begar me shallenge Rouge Morblew,
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And said me fit him de next morning,
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but pox take me if e're I do.
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Thus Garb'd like any Son of Croesus,
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perfum'd Imbroider'd, patch'd and curl'd,
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Although my Natures Captain Bessus,
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I pass a Champion of the World;
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The brave and I do ne'r assemble,
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I keep my own believing Crew,
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Thus whilst I talk I make them tremble,
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but duce take me if e're I do.
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