Beautifull NANCY:
OR,
The Witty Lass of London, who by her withstanding the
powerfull Temptations, was lawfully married, and be-
came an Alderman's Lady.
To the Tune of The Gentleman's Frollick.
Licensed according to Order.
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AN Alderman liv'd in a City,
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who kept a brisk beautifull Maid;
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And she was so wonderfull witty,
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her Cards she had cunningly plaid.
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For she hath advanced her Glory,
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and a happy Life she doth lead:
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If you will attend to the Story,
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you'll find it most pleasant indeed.
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Her Master one Morning came to her,
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and toyingly tickled her Knees,
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He for his fond pleasures did wooe her;
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Old Rats I must tell you love Cheese.
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Said he, my sweet pretty fac'd Nancy,
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oh, let me enjoy my delight,
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I have a desire and fancy
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to lie by my Jewel all Night.
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Kind Sir, I do strange and admire,
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that you who are aged and gray,
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Should have such an itching desire
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to tempt the young Lasses astray.
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Sweet Nancy thy amorous Beauty,
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has set my whole Heart in a flame;
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And tho' I am old thou shalt find me
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a delicate Cock of the Game.
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Besides I'll endow thee with Treasure,
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as good as a Hundred a-year,
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For being my Lady of Pleasure;
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yet no one shall know it my Dear.
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Nay Master you seek my undoing,
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who am a young innocent Maid,
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And were you to bring me to ruine,
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oh, then you'd abuse me, she said.
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Should I lay a Child to my Master,
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in scorn and derision you'll cry,
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If you the young Infant must foster;
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I then in a Prison should lye.
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I solemnly swear my sweet Jewel,
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her Master he then did reply,
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I wou'd not be counted so cruel,
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oh, no my sweet Creature not I.
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Believe me this day my sweet Honey
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if such a thing happen to be;
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I'll furnish thee streightways with Money,
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and likewise a Lodging for thee.
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I'll say thou art gone to thy Mother,
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who liveth in Gloucester-shire;
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Thus we ehe whole matter may smother,
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and no one shall know it my Dear.
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Said she, I'll not trust you nor try you,
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nor never a Man above Ground,
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One Night in your Bed to lye by you,
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no not for Five Hundred pound.
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Your proffers can be no Temptation,
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to me that am honest and chaste;
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There's never a Man in this Nation,
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shall bring me to shame and disgrace.
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He found she would not be be dluded,
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therefore he would tempt her no more;
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A Marriage was streightways concluded,
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her beauty he did so adore.
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Her sumptuous Apparel made ready,
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in Glory she streight did appear,
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The Aldermans Beautifull Lady.
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endow'd with Three Thousand a-year.
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She lives now in Triumph and Splendour,
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nay likewise has pleasure at will,
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For Honesty, Lasses, commend her;
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it is the best Policy still.
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