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 Who the Marshall you know did trapan, And snapt like a Frog by a Swan; 'Twill ne'er be forgot, cry'd Gillian of Croydon, Gillian of Croydon, Gillian, pert Gillian, merry Gillian of Croydon, take off your glass, cry'd Gillian of Croydon, A Bumper to Mistress Nan.

Dutch Hums our Health may wish too, We sav'd their Herrings with Pain and Toyl, For had we not cook'd their fish so, Their Butter all had been turn'd to Oyl; I'll pawn all the Things in my Room, To welcome the General home, And I my best Smocks, cry'd Gillian of Croydon, Gillian of Croydon, Gillian, blunt Gillian, frolick Gillian Of Croydon, but the mean time, cry'd Gillian of Croydon, Put round to our Mistress Nan.

Proud Lewis, for all his Incomes Says Nell, now finds that his Hands are full, The Old Queen too has got the Crincums, And her Advices now prove but Dull: Then hey for the Squabble in Spain, When both the Boys meet on the Plain, Fight Dog and fight Bear, cry'd Gillian of Croydon, Gillian of Croydon, Gillian, stout Gillian, shrew'd Gillian Of Croydon, brim it then round, cry'd Gillian of Croydon, Long Life to our Mistress Nan.

Thus setling of foreign Matters, They top'd till Civil Wars broke at home, Joan lisping her Liquor scatters, And Nelly hiccuping calls her Mome, Then told her of Robin and John, Till strait the Quoif tearing began; Y'are two drunken Jades, cry'd Gillian of Croydon, Gillian of Croydon, Gillian, sly Gillian, bowzy Gillian of Croydon, but to make Friends, cry'd Gillian of Croydon, Once more to our Mistress Nan.