Dolly and Molly:
OR,
The Two Country Damosels Fortunes at London.
Dolly and Molly came up to the Town
To try their fortune, wandring up and down:
At length both marcht together to a Ball,
There Moll a Gallant got Doll none at all:
But Doll at last in town was richly marry'd,
Moll got a Clap and shamefully miscarry'd.
To an Excellent New Play-House Tune, Or, Bacon and Beans.
With Allowance,
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Dolly and Molly are new come to Town
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Doll hath got nothing, but Moll a silk Gown:
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Dolly was handsome though pevish and coy
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But Molly was buxome and free to enjoy.
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Dolly and Molly they went to White-hall,
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Dolly got nothing but Molly got all:
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Dolly she scorned to have a Gallant,
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But Molly had all things that Dolly did want.
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As Dolly and Molly were walking near th' Court,
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A youngster did Dolly began for to sport;
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But she put him of with a pish and a fie,
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Saying, Lord Sir be civil, else from you i'le flye.
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When Dolly refused him, to Molly he went,
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For one of the two to enjoy he was bent:
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He asked her a question which made her to smile,
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Then a kiss and a Guiny did Molly beguile.
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He took her aside and he pleas'd her so well,
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That Molly consented with him for to dwell,
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There's nothing on earth that's to Molly deny'd,
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Her humour to please, and to pomper her pride.
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He gave her fine cloaths and all things of the best,
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Because that her dilicate body he prest,
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Her Country speech did so heighten his charms,
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That Molly could seldome rest out of his arms.
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Now Mally is rich and Dolly is poor,
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But Dolly is honest though Mally a Whore:
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Doll said 'twas a pleasure to be modest and coy
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But Moll swore 'twas pleasanter to enjoy.
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Quoth Mally to Dolly i'de have the be wise,
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You'l never get anything if you are nice:
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Observe but what state I do live in, and then
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You'l surely learn to be kinder to men.
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Oh Dolly the pleasures of love art so sweet,
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When with equal desires togeather we meet:
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that nothing on earth can compare with that bliss,
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Besides 'tis an honour to be call'd a fine Miss.
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Thus Molly tempts Dolly to go to the sport,
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And about her brave Gallants begin to resort:
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For Dolly was handsome in Country gray,
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And was far more tempting then those that were gay
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Says Dolly to Molly 'twixt anger and scorn,
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Oh Molly you'l wish you had never been born:
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Those immodest pleasures which you so commend,
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Will bring you to sorrow and shame in the end
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Thus Molly and Dolly could never agree,
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Mally had Gallants more then two or three,
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She traded with all that had silver and gold
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Till at leangth like a town Miss she grew bawdy & bold
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'Twas Dolly's good luck a place for to get,
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To wait on a Lady whose fortune was great
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Accounting it better a servant to be,
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Then a Lady of pleasure of the highest degree,
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This Dolly was pritty and clenly and neat
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Her body well shapt not to small nor too great
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Her Mistris she pleas'd and behav'd herself well,
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That Dolly most happely with her did dwell.
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Now Dolly is got into all peoples favour,
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& many young Shopkeepers strive for to have her:
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But Doll put him of with a modest reply:
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Saying Sirs I am resolved a Maiden to dye.
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But at last the coy Virgin was struck with loves dart
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Little Cupid hath w[o]unded poor Dolly to'th heart
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For one of these youngsters so closely did ply,
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That Dolly no longer knew how to deny.
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Then marri'd they were having all friends consent
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And happilly love to each others content:
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She proves a kind Wife, and a good Husband he,
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Then what greater blessing on earth can there be:
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But Molly dispis'd her and call'd her young slut
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Saying, Dolly there's more ways then one to go to't
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I'le take my delight with the blades of the times:
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Such pleasures as those without doubt are no crimes
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But a little while after such was her mishap,
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Poor Molly had got a most desperate Clap,
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Her gallants forsook her and left her forlorn,
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Crying out, you foul Whore we your company scorn.
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Now Molly's disstressed, and the pain must indure,
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She flyes to a Quack her distemper to cure:
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But Dolly lives bravely, and her I commend,
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For honesty always will thrive in
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The End.
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