Oates's Bug---Bug---Boarding-School,
AT
CAMBERWELL.
A SONG.
To the Tune of, My Lord Russels Farewell.
Writ by J.Dean, Author of the Wine-Cooper. The Hunting of the Fox. The Badger in the Fox-Trap.
The Lord Russel's Farewell. The Loyal Conquest. The Dutch Miller, etc.
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ROuse, Rouse my lazy Mirmidons,
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And muster up our Tribe;
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See how the Factious Fancies stands,
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To trim or cross the Tyde:
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Invite 'em to my Vaulting School,
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The Saints for freedome tell:
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How they may live without Controul,
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With me at Camberwell.
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There all Provision shall be made
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To entertain the best,
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Old Mother Creswel of our Trade,
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For to rub down our Guests;
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Three Hundred of the briskest Dames,
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In Park or Field e're fell:
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Whose Amorous Eyes shall charm the flames
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O'th Saints at Camberwell.
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For my own spending I will keep
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Of Boys Three Hundred more,
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They are to my Appetite, more sweet
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Then Bawd or Bucksome Whore:
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The Turks Seraglio we'l revive,
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He sinks so fast for Hell:
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Our English Turks may Plot and thrive,
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With me at Camberwell.
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That Sacred place shall tempt his Grace,
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Once more from Friends to fall:
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He'l leave these new-found Sweets to trace
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both More-Park and White-hall;
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For Gray and Tom 't shall be their home,
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To Kiss Secure and Dwell:
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Where e'ry Lass shall have his Grace,
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In my sweet Camberwell.
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Patience shall from the Cock-loft creep,
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And here have free Access:
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To Swear and Drink, to Whore and Sleep,
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Such Vertues we profess;
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Waller his Pots of Venison,
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He took for Priests, may sell:
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His Amber-Necklaces make known
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Our Saints at Camberwell.
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Player may meet his Mistris here,
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Sometimes Sir Roberts Wife;
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They free from care in joys may share,
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It may prolong ones Life:
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That daring Gibbet 'fore my Gate,
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I'le tear him down to Rights;
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Because no Emblems of ill Fate,
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Shall fright our Amorous Nights.
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Argile and Lob, and Ferguson,
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And all Absconding Saints;
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May safely to their Saviour come,
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And taste our sweet Contents:
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Our largest Rooms to frisk and sport,
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Beds round, and Curtains Drawn;
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The Life and Sceen of Venus Court,
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Excelling Englands Throne.
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All naked round the Room we'l Dance,
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Fine Limbs and Shapes to show:
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In pairs by Candle-light advance,
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In dazeling postures go;
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Here every Man obtains his Choice,
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Sister, Madam, or Nell:
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We'l have Papilion and Duboyce,
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To my sweet Camberwell.
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