A lac’d Head with the Money I bought;
In which I look’d so bonny,
The Heart of a Gamester I caught:
A while he was fond, and brought Gold to my Box,
But at last he robb’d me, and left me the P——
Underneath.
When you balance Accounts, it sure may be said,
You at a bad Market sold your Maidenhead.
The Inamorato. In a Window at Twickenham.
When dull and melancholy,