Looks back't see if their Tail be right
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Poor Babes that know not Good or ill
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Whom their fond Mothers thus do spill
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With Tippets and their high Coko's
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Tho' bubles hinging at their Nose;
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These innocents are not to blame,
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But to their Mothers 'tis a shame,
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When men do see they much admire
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So much Mortality is here
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Those Granadeers comes in behind
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With Top sails up before the wind.
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Their Gowns and Tails are all indented
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Some say the Taylors did invent it
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Some call them windy airy Fools,
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The Women has been at their Schools
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With golden Frenge about their Vails,
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And like young Cats play with their tails,
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That Ancient trade of merry play
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King Solomon himself did say,
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That he was made a simple fool
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For bieng at the Womans School:
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Good honest Sampson he was strong,
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But yet a Woman did him wrong
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Had Dalila had a Cocko,
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She'd Skar'd the D------ and him also
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Great things against them in Pauls speeches:
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But now they mind to wear the Breeches
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If any Woman get her will,
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Her Husband surely is a fool;
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Unless that he can do no better
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But wear the Horns, a simple Matter:
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If Sarah or Rebecca saw,
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They would say here there is no Law
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That Albanie no truth affords,
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Since all the Women are turnd Lords:
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She call'd Abram Lord had no Cockos,
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Or else he from her Tent would go;
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Instead of Cocko's or your sails,
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Rebecca cover'd her head with Vails,
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I wish I could reprove the sin
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That in the World did first begin,
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For it was pride and arrogance,
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Now Beggar Brats do it advance.
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Say what I will they'll play their pranks
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I fear that I get little thanks.
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Catch bomos Wives I must excuse
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Their wand and blaze is still in use
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They gree together in an unction
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Their lives depends on mens destruction
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Excuse me all of honest Fame
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I have not mentioned your Name:
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I tell you all both great and smal,
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This fault is Epidemical
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Whether high Cocko's be best or worst,
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I think the Devil made the first.
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