THE
Fop Masters Instructions
To All His
Beau Schollars,
That are desirous to commence Fops.
To the Tune of, Make your Honours Miss.
Licensed, and Entered according to Order.
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COck up your Beaver Sir, Tol, Tol, Tol.
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Toss back your Perriwig, Tol, etc.
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Now bring it back again, Tol.
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Then set your Cravet String, Tol.
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Fold your Arms both a Cross, Tol.
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Draw your mouth like an Ass, Tol.
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Ogle the Ladies now, Tol.
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And make a fideling Bow, Tol.
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Then take out your Snuff-Box, Tol.
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Speak like one has the Pox, Tol.
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Lisp sometimes when you speak, Tol.
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And wear your Shoes that Creak, Tol.
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Put your hands in your Muff, Tol.
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Strut and swear like a huff, Tol.
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Always in motion be, Tol.
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Lay your hand on your knee, Tol.
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Make some Grimaces too, Tol.
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Never speak what is true, Tol.
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Set your Arms by your side, Tol.
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Open your wastecote wide, Tol.
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Brag of your Gallantry, Tol.
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Swear Ladies dies for you, Tol.
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Lay your head in their lap, Tol.
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Vow you have got a clap, Tol.
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Sing them a Baudy Song, Tol.
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And then loll out your tongue, Tol.
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Lay your hand on your sword, Tol.
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Cry rott you at e'ery word, Tol.
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And when you've nought to say, Tol.
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Whistle your time away, Tol.
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Pull out your Billet Deux, Tol.
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And then you tell for news, Tol.
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Of all your late Intreagues, Tol.
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How you can bear Fatiegues, Tol.
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Also repeat your Wit, Tol.
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With a mask in the Pit, Tol.
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And if you want Estate, Tol.
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For the next fortune Gape, Tol.
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Swear 'twas her wit and Eyes, Tol.
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That did your heart surprise, Tol.
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And be her humble slave, Tol.
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Tell you've got all she have, Tol.
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Practice this e'ery day, Tol.
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Till all your friends do say, Tol.
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Your an accomplish'd beau, Tol.
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And may fit in Fop-Row, Tol.
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Toss your Snush-Handkerchief, Tol.
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Then stand and bite you lip, Tol, Tol, T[ol]
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