THE
Well-shap'd West-Country Lass,
Set forth in her Proper Shapes and Qualities.
She is so Fair in her Degree,
that most she does surpass,
I fear that many now will be
in Love with this Fair Lass.
To the Tune of, Cavalilly Man. Licensed according to Order.
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HI-ho my heart it is light,
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I han't saw my Love since last Saturday night,
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If I should meet her she and I should fight;
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And this is my Love d'ye like her ho?
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Her Hair is as White as a Ravens Feather,
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Her Skin is like to New Tann'd Leather,
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The Dogs all fight when she comes hither;
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[and this is] my Love, etc.
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She has two little Eyes in her head,
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As big as two Half-penny Loaves of bread,
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And every night she Shits in Bed,
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And this is my Love, etc.
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Her Teeth are long, and nothing white
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Liking to the Claws of a Kite,
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I never could Kiss her for fear she should bite;
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And this is my Love, etc.
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Her Mouth is of a notable size,
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Will hold a Peck and half at twice,
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She says she has a bigger between her Thighs
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And this is my Love, etc.
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Her Nose is long, which do's her adorn,
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In fashion like a Shooing-Horn,
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You never saw such a one since you were born,
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And this is my Love, etc.
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Her Duggs are made of Stretching Leather,
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Just like unto an Old Cow's Udder,
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To suckle the Devil she'd make a good Mother,
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And this is my Love, etc.
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But if I shou'd speak of her Leg and Foot,
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I know you wou'd all have a fancy to't,
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Her small may compare to a Trooper's Jack-Boot
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And this is my Love, etc.
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My Jewel she is a sweet Amorous Lass,
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Last Wednesday night is so come to pass,
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She stuck a light Candle into her Arse;
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And this is my Love, etc.
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My Love she has gotten a delicate Spring;
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Her Smock she do's wet that the same you may wring
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It has a sweet Scent, Sir, as strong as Old-Ling:
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And this is my Love, etc.
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Sometimes to her Lodging I softly do creep,
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And there I behold her lye all of a heap,,
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She Fysts and she Fizzles, and Farts in her sleep:
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And this is my Love, etc.
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One day she happen'd to be at a Feast,
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Her Stomach I tell ye, is none of the least,
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And there she did twist like a Cormorant Beast:
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And this is my Love, etc.
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Her Mouth is so large there's none can excell it,
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A lusty good Buttock of Beef will but fill it,
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Besides she's as strait as a crooked Billet:
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And this is my Love, etc.
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Her Feet with her Sweat is Greasie and Fat,
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Her Shoes and her Stockings she daily do's rat,
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Her Toes are as long as the Tail of a Cat:
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And this is my Love, etc.
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I now having spoke of this Lass fair and gay,
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My friends I do tell ye, I fear, by my fay,
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That some of these Young-men will steal her away;
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If you fall in Love with my Dear, Hi-ho.
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