The Wonder of Wonders:
OR,
An Excellent SONG of a
Six-Legged Creature.
Tune of, Old Simon the King.
This may be Printed. R.P.
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COme listen unto my new Ditty,
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it is of a Monstrous Creature
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Who liveth in London's fair City
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she's known to be loving by Nature.
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She liveth in Service with many,
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a Creature both loving and quiet,
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And wages she ne'r receives any,
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so she hath both Lodging and Dyet.
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She is not for running away,
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her anger she soon can expell;
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Till Death with her Master she'l stay,
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if that he will use her but well.
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This Creature she is not very tall,
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sometimes she's upon the Exchange,
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Full six Legs she travels withal;
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oh! is this not wondrous strange?
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She'l venture as far in a Battel
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as any stout Souldier that goes;
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Tho' Cannons and Musquets do rattle,
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she cares not a Fig for her Foes.
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She values no Pistol nor Gun,
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nor any Commanders high words;
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Nor will she be put to the run,
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for fear of a thousand drawn Swords.
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She ranges the streets very late,
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her valour and courage is such,
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She fears not a knock on the pate
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by Constable, Beadle, or Watch.
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Thus she in her freedom does reign,
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no creature more stouter and bolder:
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The Stocks she does highly disdain,
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they never was able to hold her.
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A Washer she cannot indure,
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foul Linnen is all her delight;
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For there she can lye most secure,
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and never be put to the fright.
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That man that hath been a great waster,
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and everything he doth lack,
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She chuseth him to be her master,
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although not a shirt to his back.
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Although he be never so poor,
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without e're a Groat in his Purse,
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She'l guard him behind and before,
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her love it is never the worse.
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A fuller account I will give
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of her worthy Fame or Renown:
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This creature she often doth live
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with many fine Blades of the Town.
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Her Pedigree now I'le unfold,
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resolving to speak in her praise;
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She sprung from a Nation of old,
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where I never was many days:
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'Twas AEgypt, as I have heard say,
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which once was our natural soil;
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But now she is grown very gray,
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With travelling many a Mile.
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You know when old Herod was King,
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there then was a wonderful sort
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Of these in that Nation did spring,
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and nurst by his Ladies at Court.
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The reason that many don't love her,
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because she such numbers doth breed:
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But this is the worst I say of her,
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she is a Back-biter indeed.
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