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 Old Knots, Pins, Batches, Dabs of Lace, And Powder, 'till I lot my Place.


 * to a Semptres I was bound

Five tedious Years for even Pound, Money by the good Vicar lent, In hopes young SALLY would repent: A Drudge,a Slave, I could not tay; But filch'd a Head, and ran away.


 * even Years, and omething more

I now cou'd count, and turn'd a Whore. My Maiden-Head full cheap was old; It went for omething under Gold; But, to oblige each am'rous Swain, I old, and old it o'er again, Until I fix'd a keeping 'Squire, Who did my growing Charms admire.

now but I? to Park, to Play, To Cards, and Ball I found the Way, And parkled in my rich Array; Learnt