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The St. GILESs Frolick, or
SMITHs Ramble for New
Adventures.

I The other night was drunk,
And somewhat merry,
Went in search of a punk,
Not finding any.

To St. Giles I did stroll,
Whores there is plenty,
At every corner of the Street,
Not less than twenty.

Sweep soot O, mop spinning Nan,
Huging and billing,
Nan you whore lets have a dram,
Yes, Tom I am willing:

To a gin ken, strait they went,
I laughd till my sides ached,
To hear them bawl bring half a pint,
Of old strip me naked.

Next down a cellar I did peep,
Hearing a growling,
A hangd man coverd with a sheet,
The Pats oer him a howling,

O harrah dear why would you die,
And leave your dear honey,
I wish the tief youd neer come nigh,
Nor never touchd his money.

Next in Church lane one I know well,
At black Rachel snatches,
In Summer time nosegays she sells,
In winter time matches.

He huggd and kist and calld her dear,
The black bitch did finny,
Whilst he was bobbing at her ware,
She nailed all his money.

Then I rolld to Maynard Street,
Some whores I heard scolding,
Through a key hole I did peep,
Such a scene beholding.

Says Bess to Kate, I think of late,
We have got our hire;
Of pox and itch such moan did make
Anointing by the fire.

In Monmouth Street a drunken buck
Met with a madam,
Soon as the bargain they had struck,
She to a Watchman had him.

Let me youre Watch box occupy,
Ill bug to you a shilling,
Here damn you, dont the bit deny,
The scout cryd I am willing.

Shorts Gardens I next did see.
Two whores a fighting,
Y[o]u bitch says one, you slanged me,
In the bit dividing

The parrole upon my soul,
Did to the round house take them,
Half naked they were dragd away,
With cold shivering and shaking,

Down Holborn-Hill, homeward I
steerd,
I saw a rig funny,
A blackmoor there met a whore
And swore hed feel her c-y.

Twas on a butchers block, O look
He gave poor bunn the cholick,
At growing day, I came away
Well pleased with my frolick.

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