For Joan’s as good as my Lady in th’ Light.
Chorus.
Now since Mayor and Justice, &c.
’Tis the Gentry that Lulls ’um
While the Quaker begulls ’um:
They dandle ’um in their Lapps,
Who should strike of[f] their Capps;
And make ’um stand bare
Both to Justice and Mayor,
Till when ’twill nere be faire weather;