AN
ACCOUNT
OF
The Life and Actions of Mrs. McLeod.
Nemo sine crimine vivit.
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SInce nought can satisfy the Wrath,
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Of these my Foes, but only Death,
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Before that I the World leave,
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My Confession ye's get, I do believe;
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It wad be tedious to narrate,
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Each single Sin I did create,
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Because that they seem to be more,
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Than Sand that is on the Sea Shore;
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That Sin in which I had maist Skill,
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It was to counterfit a Bill,
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Yea, many one I counterfit,
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When very few did know of it.
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For, or quite run out, was the Bill,
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The Money I had ready still:
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So continually, this Life liv'd I,
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For the which Cause I'm now to die.
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If that I rightly do conceive,
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My second Sin was to deceive,
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For I had trafeking in a Ware,
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Which helpt to bring them in my Snare,
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Glass, Brandy, Wine, also Timber,
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To a' sic Wares I plaid the Limber.
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My main drift was, folks to defraud,
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Of Good I even being void.
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The third Sin, I am very sure,
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It was with Men to play the Whore,
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And now I plainly will you tell,
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I did not always whore my sell,
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Indeed sometimes the Pimp I plaid,
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Then I tell you from what's been said,
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Them that's a Whore is whiles a Thief,
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Thus I in Wickedness was brief.
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That I did cheat, whore, steal, and lie,
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And did drink up Iniquitie,
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As e're the Ox, did drink Water,
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For which at length I'm found a fater.
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This is come from my Hand express,
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And all that's here I do confess,
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Likewise I do desire all them,
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That forges Bills in others Name,
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For to leave off, or then Expect,
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As well's me, to hing by the Neck.
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And I now plainly do you tell,
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It is the patent way to Hell.
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Likewise all you that plays the Whore,
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Take this Advice from me, for sure,
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That tho' I've been a wicked Woman,
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Mind I you tell the Time is coming,
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If you don't leave your way of Sin,
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And that curst way in which you'r in
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Your End like mine, may come to be,
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For to be hanged on a Tree.
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For I tell you, Shame always must,
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Attend all ungoverned Lust.
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Them that their Neighbour do defraud,
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Of Goodness seems for to be void,
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For tho' that I confess my sell,
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And to my Shame I do it tell,
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That a' my way was that I liv'd.
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For I with Cheets and Thieves coneiv'd.
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Till I by Justice was pursu'd,
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And to be hanged was allowed.
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