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 Moſt cunningly ſhe did behave, This rich old Miſer to deceive; She ſearch'd his baggs, as I am told, Wherein ſhe found great ſtore of gold. O rare Mally Dyver!

Young Mally, with her golden prize, For London town ſtraight-way ſhe flies; Where ſhe ſet up, in Drury Lane, And call'd her houſe, The Virgin's Inn. O rare Mally Dyver! &c.

Both Lords and Knights, I do declare, For Mally's houſe they do enquire, This Queen of Harlots to embrace Tho' void of ſhame, and free of grace! O rare Mally Dyuer! &c.

An Iriſh Lord, a bruſk young ſpark, He met with Mally in the dark, Altho' his gold was very large. To him fhe gave a free diſcharge. O rare Mally Dyver! &c.

The next was a Juſtice of the Peace, He came young Mally to embrace; He thought young Mally to deceive, But cunningly ſhe did behave. O rare Mally Dyver! &c.

She ſays, Kind Sir, if you incline, I'll bring you one will pleaſe your mind; She fix'd the juſtice to the life. She ſent and brought to him bis wife! O rare Mally Dyver! &c.