The Witty LASS of
Lime-street:
Containing her kind Advice to the Damosels of City and Coun-
try, in Preservation of their Virgin-rose; with an Account how she
serv'd a Lawyer's Clark in St. James 's Park.
To the Tune of, The Bonny Milk-maid. Licensed according to Order.
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YOung Women and Lasses too,
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Pray listen to Mistress Prue ,
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a Gentleman's Maid,
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and what I have said,
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Believe me you'll find it true;
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the Sparks of the Town,
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that range up and down,
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Are often Virgins Foes;
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when in their lap,
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bright gold they drap,
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yet no such Fop,
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should ever crop
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My delicate Virgin-rose .
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They commonly will pretend,
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To be your intire Friend,
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but when they shall find,
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one more to their mind,
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Their favours are at an end;
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in sorrow and scorn,
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they leave you forlorn,
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With eyes that overflows;
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then Damsels fair,
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I pray beware,
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when they come there,
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they will not spare
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Your delicate Virgin-rose .
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They'll flatter you with a kiss,
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For gaining the Lover's bliss,
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and when it is done,
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they'll eagerly run
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And find out another Miss;
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both City and Court,
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do follow the sport,
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Deck'd up in gaudy Cloaths;
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they'r so unjust,
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that Maids they worst,
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then never trust,
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but marry first,
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Before they have cropt your Rose .
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Beware of a tempting tongue,
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So pleasant and fairly hung,
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least it should intice,
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your hearts in a trice,
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O come not the least among
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such Fellows, for fear
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grief brings up the rear,
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And does your faults expose;
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with gall and rue,
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what e'er you do,
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abhor the Crew
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that would persue
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Your innocent Maiden rose .
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No honoured Lord or Knight,
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For guinea's of gold so bright,
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and though he would fain,
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should never obtain
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The pleasure of fond delight;
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I scorn to be great,
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at any such rate,
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A fig for gaudy cloaths;
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I do protest,
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I an't in jest,
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the very best,
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in velvet drest
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Shall never defile my rose .
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One night in St. James 's Park,
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I met with a Lawyer's Clark,
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and as we drew near,
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he call'd me his Dear;
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But mind how I serv'd the Spar[k]
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since he was so fond,
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down into a pond,
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I shov'd him with all his cloaths
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on floods he wav'd,
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for help he cravd,
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I run, he rav'd,
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and thus I sav'd
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My delicate Virgin-rose.
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