WATTEN Towns-end; Or,
A Nosegay of Pleasure,
Which grew in the Garden of VENUS.
Tune is, Watten Towns end; Or, Lame Leg next the Wall.
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AS I came up by Arpendeen
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and straight to Watten Town,
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And there I met a prety wench,
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that look'd like Lay me down;
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At Watten Towns end, at Watten Towns end
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At every Door, there stands a Whore,
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at Watten Towns end.
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The Frigat's Name was Thunder-Bolt,
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her Sails were all of Silk;
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Her Tacklen was of Silver twist,
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her Colour like the Milk.
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At Watten Towns end, etc.
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Her Planks were all of Ivory,
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her Bottom beaten-Gold:
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Her Deck was Alablaster pure,
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she looked brisk and bold.
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At Watten Towns end, at Watten towns end,
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At every Door, there stands a Whore,
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at Watten Towns end.
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HEr Head was guilded o're and o're,
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her Wanten Flag did flye:
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And I was mad to be on Board,
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so much a Fool was I.
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At Watten towns end, at Watten towns end,
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At every Door, there stands a Whore,
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at Watten towns end.
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She seem'd a stately Pleasure-Boat,
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with tempting good attire:
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But little knew that (under Deck)
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her Gun-Room was in Fire.
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At Watten towns end.
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I lodg'd with her, I laid her down,
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I slept with her all night:
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I supp'd upon a Coney-Fatt,
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whose Gravey was delight.
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At Watten towns end, etc.
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She gave to me a Syrrup sweet,
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was in her Placket-Box;
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But e're three Minutes went about,
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it proved the French-POX.
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At Watten towns end, etc.
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This Fire-Ship she did blow me up,
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as my Effigies shows,
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And all may read upon my Face
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The loss of Teeth and Nose,
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At Watten towns end, etc.
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Now as I walk along the streets,
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they gaze upon my face,
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And everyone that looks at me,
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salutes me with disgrace.
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At Watten towns end, etc.
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By me beware then Gentlemen,
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From King to Country Clown,
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And when you see a pretty Wench,
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Remember Lay me down.
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At Watten towns end, at Watten towns end,
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At every door, there stands a Whore,
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at Watten towns end.
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