Stand toot WHETSTON-PARK Ladies: or;
The Countrey Lasses farewel to Sorrow.
Maids, heres a Caution how to gain rich Talents,
Do, as Ive done, keep Company with Gallants;
By which Im raisd from mean to high degree,
In being to young Heirs and Gallants free:
I fear no Colours but will stand it out,
The worst can be, is the Covent-Garden-Gout.
To the Tune of, Never a Penny of Money.
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I Am a brave Lass, and I Traveld about,
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with a fa la la la le le la le ro,
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And behavd myself bravely upon the Road,
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with a fa la la la le le la le ro;
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And was welcome to every place where I did come,
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And many a brave Gallant did look me upon,
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But I have a fine trick for to play with my own:
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with a fa la la le le la le ro.
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I prosperd so well that to London I came,
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with a fa la, etc.
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For that is a place to get a good name,
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with a fa la, etc.
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And there I have got a place unto my mind,
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And many brave Gallants do me find:
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Ile promise unto them Ile not be unkind:
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with a fa la, etc.
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Now a Crown or an Angel I have in the nick,
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with a fa la, &c.
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For they find that I bravely can do the trick,
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with a fa la, etc.
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I have my Silk-Gowns, and my Scarfs to wear,
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And many a brave Gallant doth call me their Dear,
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They see I am so willing to let out my Ware.
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with a fa la, etc.
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When I was in the Country I thought of a thing,
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with a fa la, etc.
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That it was a great shame to sit there for to Spin:
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with a fa la, etc.
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And Whigg, Whey, and Butter-milk was but course dyet,
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For in my mind I could never be quiet,
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Now I am in London I live for more riot:
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with a fa la, etc.
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Of Capon and Coney I feed on great store,
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with a fa la, etc.
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And now I forgot that ere I was poor,
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with a fa la, etc.
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I care not for Sister, I care not for Brother,
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I live like a Lady as well as another,
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And all with a mark that is after my Mother:
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with a fa la, etc.
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My Money comes easily into my Lap,
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with a fa la, etc.
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I am a sound Country-Girl, and give no one a Clap,
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with a fa la, etc.
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Five Crowns at a time I have in my har,
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And all for fine kisses they have at command,
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This is gallant profit I do understand.
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with a fa la la le le la le ro.
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Though I was but simply born in degree,
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with a fa la, etc.
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My Father did best in getting of me,
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with a fa la, etc.
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He got me so pretty and neat to the eye,
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That any that comes will hardly pass by,
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They venture a Guinney or too for to try,
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with a fa la, etc.
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I russel in Silk and I trample about,
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with a fa la, etc.
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I tune up my Notes for to make them look out,
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with a fa la, etc.
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And when I have caught a brave spark in my lure,
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That money about him is mine to be sure,
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O this kissing is costly it had need to be pure.
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with a fa la, etc.
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Ile send for my Sister she shall be of my Trade,
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with a fa la, etc.
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Shes as pretty as I am, and is as well made,
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with a fa la, etc.
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And not live in the Country to abide so much itch,
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But come up to London and learn to be rich,
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What if now and then she do venture a touch,
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with a fa la, etc.
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Nothing venture, nothing have,
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with a fa la, etc.
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I am all for brave Gamsters, I scorn a poor knave,
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with a fa la, etc.
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With my eye I command them at every wink,
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And Sack and Burnd Claret they give me to drink,
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Besides I am foremost with great store of Chinck.
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with a fa la, etc.
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Who live in the Countrey as I did before,
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with a fa la, etc.
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For a Groat a day thats very poor,
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with a fa la, etc.
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When Crowns and Angels are nothing to me,
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To pleasure young Gallants that be free,
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If I make use of my own, what is that to thee,
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with a fa la, etc.
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So I can hold up my trade, & live free from all sorrow,
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with a fa la, etc.
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If I have no money ore-night, Ile have some tomor-row
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with a fa la, etc.
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And call for a Coach, and jog it about,
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With ranting brave Gallants come in and go out,
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If I escape but the Covent-Garden Gout.
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with a fa la la le le la le ro.
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