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Houghton Library - EBB65
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WATTEN Towns-end; Or,
A Nosegay of Pleasure,
Which grew in the Garden of VENUS.
Tune is, Watten Towns end; Or, Lame Leg next the Wall.

AS I came up by Arpendeen
and straight to Watten Town,
And there I met a prety wench,
that look'd like Lay me down;
At Watten Towns end, at Watten Towns end
At every Door, there stands a Whore,
at Watten Towns end.

The Frigat's Name was Thunder-Bolt,
her Sails were all of Silk;

Her Tacklen was of Silver twist,
her Colour like the Milk.
At Watten Towns end, etc.

Her Planks were all of Ivory,
her Bottom beaten-Gold:
Her Deck was Alablaster pure,
she looked brisk and bold.
At Watten Towns end, at Watten towns end,
At every Door, there stands a Whore,
at Watten Towns end.

HEr Head was guilded o're and o're,
her Wanten Flag did flye:
And I was mad to be on Board,
so much a Fool was I.
At Watten towns end, at Watten towns end,
At every Door, there stands a Whore,
at Watten towns end.

She seem'd a stately Pleasure-Boat,
with tempting good attire:
But little knew that (under Deck)
her Gun-Room was in Fire.
At Watten towns end.

I lodg'd with her, I laid her down,
I slept with her all night:
I supp'd upon a Coney-Fatt,
whose Gravey was delight.
At Watten towns end, etc.

She gave to me a Syrrup sweet,
was in her Placket-Box;
But e're three Minutes went about,
it proved the French-POX.
At Watten towns end, etc.

This Fire-Ship she did blow me up,
as my Effigies shows,
And all may read upon my Face
The loss of Teeth and Nose,
At Watten towns end, etc.

Now as I walk along the streets,
they gaze upon my face,
And everyone that looks at me,
salutes me with disgrace.
At Watten towns end, etc.

By me beware then Gentlemen,
From King to Country Clown,
And when you see a pretty Wench,
Remember Lay me down.
At Watten towns end, at Watten towns end,
At every door, there stands a Whore,
at Watten towns end.


FINIS.
Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden
Ball in Pye-Corner,

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