LONDON's New CRY:
OR, TE
Dumpling Woman's Delight,
ith an Account of the Miraculous Cures, wrought
upon old and young Men and Women, by the Vertue of, The
diddle, didle Dumplings of London. To the Tune of, March Boys.
Licens'd and Enter'd according to Order.
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FRiends, I'm a Gentlewoman born,
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although by Misfortunes much decay'd,
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Yet nevertheless, I do not scorn,
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to practice an honest thriving Trade;
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I wander about in my fine Night-rail,
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through Southwark, and likewise London City,
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Where-ever I go I never fail
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to sing this wonted pleasant Ditty:
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Dumplings, dumplings, didle, didle Dumplings;
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Friends, I have got both large and little,
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Here in my Pot, they are hot; Are they not?
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I know my Calling to a tittle.
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I make them with Fat and Flower fine,
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nay Currents, and likewise curious Plumbs;
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Old Women if you have a mind to dine,
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they'r delicate tender for your Gums:
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You never did eat the like before,
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and so you will say, if you'r pleas'd to try them;
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Where-ever I go, I have sale good store,
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Young Women as well as Lasses buy them:
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Dumplings, dumplings, didle, didle Dumplings, etc.
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Your Firmity, Rice-milk, and Grey-pease,
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and likewise your greasie Pudding-pies;
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There's none of them can compare with these,
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good People, I scorn to tell you lies;
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They'll quicken a Damsel that is dull,
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likewise they've a greater Opperation,
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Girls, fill but your Bellies, bumping full,
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they'll comfort you to admiration:
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Dumplings, dumplings, didle, didle Dumplings, etc.
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Whoever has tasted of the same
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will give me a due deserved Praise,
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Protesting, before abroad I came,
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they n'er eat the like in all their Days:
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Old Women with these are fat and fair,
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and Batchellors likewise know their Duty:
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Besides my Dumplings, I declare,
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will grace a Damsel's Cheeks with Beauty:
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Dumplings, dumplings, didle, didle Dumplings;
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Friends, I have got both large and little,
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Here in my Pot; they are hot; Are they not?
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I know my Calling to a tittle.
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My Dumplings has strange Wonders wrought,
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kind Neighbours I'll make it well appear,
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Wherefore by the Gentry they are bought,
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where-ever I travel far or near;
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They'r better, I tell you, then the Bath,
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in helping young Women to their Teeming;
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I would not deceive you by my troath,
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sweet Wives, you know my modest meaning:
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Dumplings, dumplings, didle, didle Dumplings, etc.
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A Woman not far from Charing-cross,
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who had been a dozen Years a Wife,
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Poor Soul, she was always at a loss,
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she'd n'er been with Child in all her Life;
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But when she had eaten twice or thrice
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my delicate Dumplings, then soon after,
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She bred, nay brought forth in a trice,
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A champion Boy and curious Daughter
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Dumplings, dumplings, didle, didle Dumplings, etc.
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A Man that was Threescore Years of Age,
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he marry'd a Wife of Twenty Two,
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Alas! he was often in a rage,
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because that the Trick he could not do;
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But feeding upon my Dumplings still,
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altho' he was in so old a Station,
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Her fancy he often did fulfil
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and pleas'd his Wife to Admiration:
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Dumplings, dumplings, didle, didle Dumplings;
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Friends, I have got both large and little,
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Here in my Pot, they are hot; Are they not?
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I know my Calling to a tittle.
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