A Pleasant Dialogue betwixt Two Wanton Ladies of Pleasure;
Or, The Dutchess of Porsmouths woful Farwel to her former Felicity.
One Lady she Couragiously stands in her own defence;
Assuredly none can deny, the Words she speaks is sence:
The other now doth seem to bow, her Colours are display'd,
She is content, her mind is bent, still to maintain her Trade.
Tune of, Tan tarra rara, tan tivee.
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BRave Gallants now listen and I will you tell
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with a fa, la, la, la fa, la, la,
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A pleasant discourse that I heard at Pell-mell,
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with a fa la, etc.
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Between two fair Ladys of the wanton strain,
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The one to the other did sigh and complain,
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I wish I was over in France now again,
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with a fa la, etc.
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Quoth Nelly I prithee who sent for thee here,
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with a fa la, etc.
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'Tis you with a shame that put in for a share
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with a fa la etc.
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O do you remember when I was dismay'd,
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When you in attire was richly array'd,
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Alas I poor Nelly was wrong'd in my trade,
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with a fa la, etc.
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I pray now could you not your honour advance,
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with a fa la, etc.
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With some noble Peer, in the Nation of France,
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with a fa la, etc.
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Forsooth you must needs leave your country dear
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To utter your fine french Commodity here,
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But sorrow and trouble will bring up the rear,
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with a fa la etc.
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Dear Nelly be loving and do not reflect,
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with a fa la etc.
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But prithee now shew me some civil respect,
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For now I am in a most pittiful case,
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For shame will not let me uncover my face
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My honour is turn'd to a vail of disgrace.
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with a fa la[,] etc[.]
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Quoth Nelly, pray send for the treasure again,
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with a fa la, etc.
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That you did send over while you were in fame,
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with a fa la, etc.
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Come, come, I must tell ye that you was too bold
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To send from this Nation such parcels of gold,
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In such kind of dealings you must be controul'd,
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No sweet Madam Nelly, you cannot deny,
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But you have have had treasure as often as I,
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And yet must I onely indeed be run down,
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By you that I value the least in the town,
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If I come in favour upon thee i'le frown,
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with a fa la, etc.
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You drab of a Miss, I do hold you in scorn
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I'de have you to know I am this Nation born,
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Your coming to England I heartily rue,
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Of many good bout I've been cheated by you,
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For which may a Thousand vexations insue,
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No matter for that it was all my delight,
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But now I am in a most pittiful plight,
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with a fa la, etc.
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Unfortunate Lady that now am deny'd,
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In this vail of sorrow my patience is try'd,
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Sure this may be termed the downfal of pride,
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with a fa la, etc.
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I'le warrant you thought it would never be day,
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But now you are utterly fell to decay,
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with a fa la, etc.
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You are in a sad and deplorable state,
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You wander alone now for want of a Mate,
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You're like an old Almanack quite out of date,
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No Nelly, I will not be clearly dismay'd,
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with a fa la, etc.
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I'le set a good face and will follow my trade,
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with a fa la, etc.
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I shall have some trading I do make no doubt,
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I'le have youthful damosels to ply on the scout,
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I'le play a small game now before i'le strick out,
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with a fa, la, la, la, fa, la, la.
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