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 Thoſe low heel'd ſlippers they do wear,

their gouty legs to ſhew Sir;

Their petticoats are fringed round,

they cut a tempting ſhow Sir:

And when their boſoms you do view,

the truth I do declare, O,

A modesty they all must have,

if ne'er a ſmock they wear, O.

The farmers’ daughters every where,

the truth I do lay down Sir,

They dreſs as grand l do declare,

as Ladies of renown Sir,

A cap and feather they must have,

and maſk all o'er their faces,

Let’s hope their pride it will come down,

to linſey woolſey dreſſes.

When young and artleſs as the lamb,

Which plays about its fondling dam,

Briſk, buxom pert, and ſuly;

I ſlighted all the manly ſwains,

And put my virgin heart in chains,

For ſmiling ſmooth fac’d Willie.

But when experience came with years,

Which rais'd my hopes and quell'd my fears,

My heart was blyth and bonny;

I turn off every heardeſs youth,

So gave my word, and fix’d my truth,

O honeſt ſturdy Johnny