An Excellent New SONG,
CALL'D,
The Baily of Hounslow:
SHEWING
How he would Marry the Hopping Widow, and fling
off poor Dorothy, who has had Three Children by
him.
Tune of, The City Ramble.
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THe Baily that now goes a Wooing
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to Molly that limps as she goes,
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Has been Dorothys utter undoing,
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which all the Town very well knows,
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With a fa la la, etc.
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But if there be any among ye,
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that knows not the tr[u]th of my Song,
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Then here I'll declare ye the Story,
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and tell me I lye if you can,
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With a fa la la, etc.
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This Dorothy formerly lived,
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with Tommy in his late wives days,
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And was by the Baily deceived,
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who made her consent to his ways,
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With a fa la la[,] etc.
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And several years they have sported,
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and billed together like Doves;
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But now a lame Widow is Courted,
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that's excellent at selling of Gloves.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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For she has a very good Calling,
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and can get her Guinea a day;
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Then prithee Dol. don't make a bawling,
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I'll keep thee both Gallant and Gay.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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Cryes Dol I will not be thus used,
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your keeping I scorn on my Life;
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Oh! how will my Girl be abused,
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when hopping Mol. is made your Wife.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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Besides there's a Coachman went to her,
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but being inform'd to take care,
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He said that the Baily might woe her,
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since Twenty they'r sure knew her ware.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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For Mischief perhaps they'll be more yet,
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if that you this Widow should Wed,
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Her Sons they'll kill you they've swore it,
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that's William, brisk John, and bold Ned.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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And as for the Widows strange Folly,
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in tying you up in a Bond,
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Of a hundred Pound nere to strike Molly,
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when Wed, Obligations are gone.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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Now one thing more I have to tell ye,
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if that you'll consider the same,
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None but you made me commit Folly,
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to leave me now you are to blame.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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Take warning all you that's unmarried,
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and trust not to any Man's Tongue,
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Or else you may chance to miscarry,
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as you find by my Song I have done.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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Now Thomas for Marrying consider,
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which of us two you ought to take,
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Old M[o]l. your rich hopping Widdow,
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or Dol. who's undone for your sake.
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With a fa la la, etc.
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FINIS.
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