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A Review of St PAUL'S Church,
COVENT GARDEN.

All the women I view'd,

Both religious and lewd,

From the fable top-knot to the scarlets;
An even wager I'd lay,

That at a foul play,

The house ne'er fwarm'd fo with harlots.

Madam lovely I faw

III.

With her daughters-in-law,

Whom she offers to fale ev'ry Sunday ;
In the midst of her pray'rs

She negotiates affairs,

And figns affignations for Monday.

IV..

Next a baron knight's daughter, Whofe own mother taught her, By precept and practical notions, To wear gaudy cloaths,

And ogle the beaux,

Was at church, to fhew figns of devotion.

Next, a lady of fame,

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Whom we fhall not name,

She'll give you no trouble in teaching;
She has a very fine book,

But ne'er on it does look,

And regards neither praying nor preaching.

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Madan

VI.

Madam fair there fhe fits,

Almoft out of her wits,

Betwixt vice and devotion debating;
She's as vitious as fair,

And has no business there,

To hear Mafter Tickle text-prating.

VII.

From the corner of the square Comes a hopeful young pair,. As religious as they fee occafion; But if patches or paint

Be true figns of a faint,

We've no reafon to fear their damnation.

VIII.

When thus he had done,

He blefs'd every one,

With his benediction the people :

So I run to the Crown,

Left the church' fhou'd fall down,

And beat out my brains with the fteeple.

A

SUSAN'S Complaint and Remedy.

I.

S down in the meadows I chanced to pass, Oh! there I beheld a young beautiful lass, Her age, I am fure, it was fcarcely fifteen,

And the on her head wore a garland of green; Her lips were like rubies; and as for her eyes, They fparkled like diamonds, or ftars in the skies; And as for her voice, it was charming and clear,......... And she fung a fong for the lofs of her dear.

II.

Why does my love Willy prove false and unkind ?
Ah why does he change like the wavering wind,
From one that is loyal in every degree?
Ah! why does he change to another from me?

Or.

Or does he take pleasure to torture me fo?
Or does he delight in my fad overthrow
Sufanna will always prove true to her truft,
'Tis pity lov'd Willy shou'd prove fo unjust.

III.

In the meadows as we were a-making of hay,
There did we pass the foft minutes away;
Then was I kifs'd, and fet down on his knee,
No man in the world was fo loving as he.
And as he went forth to harrow and plow,
I milk'd him fweet fillabubs under my cow :
O then I was kifs'd as I fat on his knee !
No man in the world was fo loving as he.

IV.

But now he has left me, and Fanny the fair Employs all his wifhes, his thoughts, and his care: He kiffes her lip as the fits on his knee,

And fays all the fweet things he once faid to me:
But if the believe him, the falfe-hearted fwain
Will leave her, and then she with me may complain..
For nought is more certain, believe filly Sue,
Who once has been faithlefs can never be true..

V.

She finish'd her fong, and rofe up to be gone,
When over the meadow came jolly young John,
Who told her that fhe was the joy of his life,
And if she'd confent, he wou'd make her his wife :
She cou'd not refufe him, fo to church they went ;
Young Willy's forgot, and young Sufan's content.
Moft men are like Willy, moft women like Sue;
If men will be falfe, why fhou'd women be true?

A

The Cobler.

Cobler there was, and he liv'd in a ftall,

Which ferv'd him for parlour, for kitchen and hall;

No coin in his pocket, nor care in his pate,

No ambition had he, nor no duns at his gate.

Derry down, down, down, derry down.

Contented

Contented he work'd, and he thought himself happy If at night he cou'd purchase a cup of brown nappy; He'd laugh then and whistle, and fing too moft fweet, Saying, Juft to a hair I've made both ends meet. Derry down, &c.

III.

But love the disturber of high and of low,
That fhoots at the peasant as well as the beau,
He fhot the poor cobler quite thro' the heart,
I wish it had hit fome more ignoble part.
Derry doren, &c.

IV.

It was from a cellar this archer did play,
Where a buxom young damfel continually lay;
Her eyes fhone fo bright when the rofe every day,
That the fhot the poor cobler ftraight over the way.
Derry down, &c.

V.

He fung her love-fongs as he fat at his work,
But fhe was as hard as a Jew or a Turk :

Whenever he spoke, the wou'd flounce, and wou'd tear;
Which put the poor cobler quite into despair.
Derry down, &c.

VI.

He took up his awl, that he had in the world,
And to make away with himself was refolv'd,
He pierc'd thro' his body inftead of the fole :
So the cobler he died, and the bell it did toll.
Derry down, &c.

The bonny Earl of MURRAY.

I.

E Highlands, and ye Lawlands,
Oh! where have you been?

They have flain the Earl of Murray,
And they laid him on the green!
They have, &c.

Now

If e'er I do well, 'tis a Wonder.