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EBBA 32902

National Library of Scotland - Crawford
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An excellent New SONG, called,
The Intreagues of Love;
OR,
One worth a Thousand.
To a Pleasant New Tune.

HOw happy are we,
When we meet with a Beauty,
That is charming and free,
and knows more than her Duty:
Women they were made for men,
The Gods above allow the same;
But this cunning Creature
Will not yield to Nature,
Nor will let you dot,
Unless you court her tot,
And give her Gold to boot,
But you, you must ever swear for to be true.

But when the Guinea wins her,
shes at your Devotion,
Shell freely let you in Sir,
and meet you in the motion;
Tis then, if you behold her eyes,
How they rowl when at the sport she lies;
First, she turns the white,
And then she shuts them quite,
And then with all her might,
She seems her Lips to bite,
And swears youre her Delight,
Such Joys sure she never felt the like before.

And if you have but Gold Sir,
with you shell be moving,
She cares not though youre old Sir,
she will be fond and loving,
In Love shell pass the time away,
And ask you all the night to stay,

And for your moneys sake,
Shell hang about your Neck,
And give a Kiss to please,
And then your hand shell squeze,
And look with dying Eyes,
And swear, swear she dies if that you leave her there.

When shes got your Treasure,
and left you no money,
Then you must wait her leisure,
while another she calls Hunny;
She minds not all the Oaths you swear,
Although you vow you love her nere so dear
But he that brings the Cole,
Shall have my Ladys Hole,
For money is the cry,
Fine Rigging for to buy,
Or else she will deny
The toy, toy, the Cullies of the Town call joy.

But wheres the Charming Beauty,
thats constant and loyal,
That loves and will be true to ye,
when put to the tryal;
Although youd Guineas give her down,
Yet she no ways can be like the Town,
For shell be just and true,
And lye with none but you,
While the jilting Whore
ets you and thousands more,
To do her oer and oer,
And swears each is the man she does adore.


Printed for Charles Barnet.

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