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Magdalene College - Pepys
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THE
Modish Dancing-Master
OR, THE
Boarding School MISS,
To a Pleasant Tune, call'd, A New Minuet.
Licensed according to Order.


I.

Make your Honors Miss, first to the Gentry here,
Now to me, Child, brisk without fear;
Airy and Easie, with a fine gentle Mien,
Very well done Miss, that's my brave Queen:
Raise up your body Miss, and look up with your eyes
Then all the Gallants here you will surprise.

II.

Hold up your Head, Miss, and you will all excell,
Wipe your Nose, Child; So, very well:
When I press on you, pray be sure to take care
To fall back, easie, and do not stare;
Keep out your Toes too, and you will quickly dance
Better than Madame Moyse[l]le of France.

III.

Bear your Hips swimmingly, Miss, that you may get praise,
Keep your Eyes languishing, sweetly always;
Fie! where's your Ears, Miss, quicker, come this way
Leave off your Jerking; now bend and bow;
Keep your Knees open, mind what I say to you, now
Else all the teaching on Earth will not do.

IV.

Go fetch your Castre-Nets, and put 'em quickly on,
You'll learn a Saraband e're it be long:

Try now, begin Child, Joy to Great Cesar, here,
Snap now your Fingers, Miss, fie take care:
Coopee once more, Oh! you creep like a Mouse,
And all this Dancing's not worth a Louse.

V.

Pray tell your Mother Miss, that your Quarter's up
That I intend with her to Sup:
Begin, again Child, mind now your Boree too,
And keep your Hands, Miss, mind what you do;
Now you do well Miss, do this so once again,
And I shall have no cause to complain.

VI.

Walk your Corant before your Minuet,
Oh! I forgot, you learnt it not yet:
Come then do Pasby, 'tis much in fashion here,
And 'tis applauded by all that's here;
If you but mind it, you can do prettily,
As you can Sing, Miss, well, prithee try.

VII.

If you will love me, Miss, I will love you well,
You shall Dance rarely, and all excell,
You are a Fortune, and should be married, Miss,
And'tis high time you think on this;
Give your consent, and do not stand in awe,
And I will give you my Tol-derry-Dough.


Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Back.

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