HELLS Nightwalker:
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The Devil in Petticoats.
Being a dismal Ditty concerning two Gentlemen,
who went to pick up a fine Lady, as they thought, walking in Covent-Garden, and after-
wards over a Glass of wine, cast Lots who should lye with her that night, but that Gen-
tleman, on whom the fatal Lot fell, was hurry'd away in the night, and never since
heard on, the Lady being supposed to be a Devil, it being a timely warning to all peo-
ple of that abominable Sin of Whoredom.
Tune of, Forgive me if your looks I thought.
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GOod people all I pray give ear
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Unto this sad Relation,
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Its of a Demon you may hear
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drest alamode in fashion,
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In Covent-Garden tother day
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two Gentlemen were walking,
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They spy'd a Mistress fine and gay,
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straight to her they went talking.
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No Lady e're was finer drest
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with gaudy rich attire:
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These Gentlemen in words exprest,
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they did her much admire;
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They Courted her some little time,
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she readily complied,
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They went to take a Glass of wine,
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she nothing then denied.
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And when at tavern they were got,
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each willing to imploy her,
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So they cast Dice, and took their Lot,
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which should that night enjoy her,
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and he that got the Chance did think
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himself blest above measure,
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Saying, I'll no longer stay to drink,
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but now for the nights pleasure.
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So to her Lodging as they thought,
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the Gentlemen went with her:
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When to the Chamber they were got
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one Gentleman did leave her,
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Wishing tother his hearts delight,
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then took his leave most civil;
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But oh the dismal dismal night,
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this Lady prov'd a devil.
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For when the Gentleman next day,
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thought to see his friend and Lady,
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He at the Chamber door straightway,
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did knock as hard as may be,
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But no one answering, till at length,
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the Landlord did much wonder,
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and askt him why with all that strength,
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he at the door did thunder.
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The Gentleman did straight reply,
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Pray Landlord, whats the meaning,
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Why this my Friend so long does lie?
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sure Miss is mighty Charming.
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With that the Landlord then did say,
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the doors lockt to my wonder,
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and on the inside is the Key,
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lets break the door asunder.
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then strait they went and broke the door
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to find what was the matter,
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Where soon they found upon the floor
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all up and down lay scatter'd;
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Some places lay a Wig and Hat,
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Coat, Breaches, Money common:
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Put in the bed, pray mind but that,
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was neither Man, nor Woman.
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the Gentleman and Landlord too,
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at this were much amazed,
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they stood and knew not what to do,
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but on each other gazed,
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to miss the Lady and the Friend,
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they thought there must be Evil,
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So did conclude all in the end,
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the Woman was a Devil.
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