A Farewel to Graves-end.
Where Noble Seamen spend their Coyn,
Why should they be abusd:
Then let them stay from thence away,
where they are strangely usd.
Tune of, Hey Boys up go we.
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THe wanton Girls of Graves-end Town
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have now quite lost my heart;
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Maintained by the Seamen brave,
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but nere will take their part:
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Theyr foolish, I and simple too,
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yea, pampered also,
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Ile nothing have with them to do,
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for a trick that I do know.
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The first that ever came to town,
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she was right Pintle bred,
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A Girl that true and constant is,
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to please men in the Bed:
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While you have Gold and Silver store,
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shel any whether go,
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But now I will trust her no more,
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for a trick that I do know.
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There is a bonny handsome Girl,
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that Lives beneath the Sun,
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A wench thats kind and willing too,
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and ready for a run:
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Shel walk with you from place to place,
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where ere you please to go,
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Shel kiss and play, both night and day,
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for a trick, etc.
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Another Girl there is also,
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as Fierce as any Dragon,
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She kindness will unto you show,
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if you call for your Flaggon:
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And when your money doth fall short,
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shel say tis time to go,
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And there you must no longer sport,
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for a trick, etc.
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Over the way, I dare to say,
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if you do think it fit,
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There you may have a Girl most brave,
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has neither fear nor wit:
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From ten pound to a shilling, she
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will stoop, though tis too low
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Her Love I will no longer be,
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for a trick, etc.
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There is another Daulting School,
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that is within the Town,
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Of any man theyl make a fool,
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when drink gets in his Crown:
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But now I think, by Loving Chink,
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the Sign is pulld full Low,
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Then have a care, and come not there,
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for a trick, etc.
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Another house is in the Town,
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that I shall ner forget;
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There Fortune once on me did frown,
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I lost both Coyn and wit:
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My head was brought down to the ground,
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methought exceeding low,
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But Ile come there no more, I swear,
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for a trick, etc.
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Theres more that live in Graves-end town,
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that here I will not name,
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To their disgrace it would redound,
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and be much to their shame:
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About Koa they most do dwell,
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I am informed so,
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Ile ner come there, into their Snare,
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for a trick, etc.
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Neptunes brave Boys now look about,
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that venture lives for money,
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And why should you that are so stout,
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thus dote upon a Conney:
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When tis too late you may repent,
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and some have found it so,
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Gravesend ner will your Pockets fill,
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for a trick, etc.
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He that is wise, let him despise,
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such wenches as are there,
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And you that had your pockets pickt,
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I hope will have a care:
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And come no more, upon that Shore,
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where you were served so,
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Be your own friend, and leave Graves-end,
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for a trick that I do know.
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