Your humble Servant Madam:
BEING
The flattering Courtier.
OR,
The Cheating Lover;
To a very fine Northern Tune.
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I Am a Blade,
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That from an old Trade,
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Have taken out a new one,
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Tis onely this,
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To Court and Kiss
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Swear Oaths and nere a true one
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I can tell an hundred lyes,
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And a thousand more devise,
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Never was the like since Adam,
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I can Fetter whom I please,
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With a Flattering disease,
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And your humble Servant Madame.
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The Warrs are done,
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And I must run
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A Course that may Preserve me,
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Should I rely,
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On Honesty,
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It were the way to starve me:
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I ha givn away my Buff;
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For a Perriwigg and Muff.
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And an Art no Wit can Fadom:
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I have got a Place at Court,
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Never paid a Penny fort,
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But your humble Servant Madame.
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Whilst a Cavelier
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Both lean and bear,
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And almost like to Starve is,
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A Ladies Letter,
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Shall do better
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Then all his Iron Service.
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When I found out what would doot;
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Straight I put a Lady toot,
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What things I lackt I had um,
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Nothing did I give for this,
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But a promise and a Kiss,
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With your humble Servant Madam
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MY Courtiers Place,
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Doth give me grace,
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And Pimp unto my Trade is;
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The Devill and I,
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In Ambush lye
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To Catch all kind of Ladies;
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I can call um pritty Souls,
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Though they be as old as Pouls,
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Then I a bonny Lad am;
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Thus the Women I Trappan,
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Fetch um off and bring um on,
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With your humble Servant Madam.
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Some give me Rings,
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And better Things,
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So cunning is my Carriage,
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To every soul,
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Both fair and fowl
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I promise lawfull Marriage.
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I have got so many Wives,
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If I had as many Lives,
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I should be as old as Adam,
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But before wee go to Church,
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I still leave them in the lurch,
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With your humble Servant Madam.
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When I find a Face:
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Of a stately Grace,
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That would have all adore her,
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A Knight-hood I
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Get presently,
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And that I spread before her:
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So I may get somthing byt;
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I can quickly be a Knight!;
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If a Title will perswade um,
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I can tell um that they shall,
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Answer to no other call
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But your humble Servant Madam.
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If I see one that
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Is given to chatt,
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I praise her Ingenuity:
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When I take a Prize
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With two black Eyes,
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I call her Queen of Beauty:
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If another merry be,
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I can laugh as well as she,
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When she sighs, I monstrous sad am
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But if I find her in a heat,
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I can fit her for the feat,
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With your humble Servant Madam.
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All Passions I,
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Can falsifie,
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Hipocrisie my Trade is,
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I have of late,
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Gaind an Estate
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By humouring of Ladies;
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And I very well do find,
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That I fit them in their kind,
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For Eve begiuled Adam;
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Women first did cousen Men
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But I cousen them agen,
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With your humble Servant Madam.
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