An Excellent New Play-House SONG, CALLED, Love for Money: OR,
The Boarding School.
To a New Play-House Tune. Licensed according to Order.
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MAke your Honours Miss, Tol, Tol.
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Now to me Child, Tol, etc.
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Airy and Easy, Tol,
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Very well done Miss, Tol.
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Raise up your Body, Tol.
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Then you in time will rise, Tol.
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Hold up your head Miss, Tol.
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Wipe your Nose Child, Tol.
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When I press on you, Tol.
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Fall back easie Miss, Tol.
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Keep out your Toes too, Tol.
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Then you'll learn presently, Tol.
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Bear your Hips swimmingly, Tol.
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Keep your Eyes Languishing, Tol.
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Zoons where's your Ears now, Tol.
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Leave off your Jerking, Tol.
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Keep your Knees open, Tol.
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Else you will never do, Tol.
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If you will love me Miss, Tol.
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You shall Dance rarely Child, Tol.
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You are a Fortune Miss, Tol.
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And must be Married Child, Tol.
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Give me your Money, Tol.
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Then I will give you my, Tol.
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Look upon me Miss, Tol.
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Hold in your Chin Child, Tol.
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Keep your Arms straight too, Tol.
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Move along smoothly, Tol.
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Cross over here M[i]ss, Tol.
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Where are you running now, Tol.
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Zoons mind the Musick, Tol.
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Give me your hand now, Tol.
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Whe[r]e was your Coopee there, Tol.
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Child you mind nothing, Tol.
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Come do th[i]s o'er again, Tol.
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You may be perfect at, Tol.
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Miss where's your Quartrige, Tol.
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There's my good Child Miss, Tol.
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Come begin this again, Tol.
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Very well done Miss, Tol.
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You will Dance finely Ch[i]ld, Tol.
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For you become it well, Tol.
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Keep your Head steddy Miss, Tol.
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Thrust out your Breasts Child, Tol.
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Now you're a Dainty Miss, Tol.
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Hith[e]r to me Child, Tol.
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Softly your Honours Now, Tol.
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Walk to your P[l]ace Madam, Tol.
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