A NEW
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Calld Curling of the Hair.
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YOY Ladies all who are in Fashion;
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Both here and every whereo,
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Who kills bright Beaus by Love-sick Passion
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By buckling of their Hairo.
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Tal, la, etc.
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The Ladies Maid will immitate,
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The Mistress in the Fairo,
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The Footman with his Curling Irons,
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To Buckle and Curl her Hairo.
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Tnl, la, etc.
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Theres Mistress Betty, a beautiful Lady,
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Her Fortune one Hundred a Yearo,
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She longs of the Squire, and begs of her mamy
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To Buckle and Curl her Hairo.
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Tal, la, etc.
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The Mantua maker and mddest Quaker,
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They all must have a Shareo,
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In hopes to get some Lover True.
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And charm some brisk young Hairo.
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Tal, la, etc.
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The Chemney Sweepers Daughter Sue,
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She swears shell drive up the Rearo,
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And tho shes neither Stocking nor Shoe,
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Shell Buckle and Curl her Hairo.
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Tal, la, etc.
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Te-re Re-re, my Rump-Itches
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Te-re Re-re, whereo;
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Here and there and every where
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And amongst the Tuft of Hairo.
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Tal, la, etc.
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The Collier has a beautiful Daughter,
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She Swears shell drive up the Rearo.
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Tho she has not a Smock to cover her garter
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Shell Buckle and Curl her Hairo.
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Tal, la, etc.
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Theres Huge Matees and Sugar Loaf Caps
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With nice Clock Stockings a Pairo;
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And Hoops that are of a Monstrous size,
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I long to stick a Pin thereo.
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Tal, la, etc.
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Ive got never a Penny of Money,
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Nor never a Smock to wearo;
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Nor never a Rag to cover my C------
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But one poor Tuft of Hairo.
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Tal, la, etc.
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My Daddy left me twice Ten Pounds,
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My Mammy a Horse and a Mairo,
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But never a lad that ever I found,
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Was able to Curl my Hairo.
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Tal, la, etc.
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