This Lady of pleasure
Is taking fresh air;
Which may do very well,
If the weather keep fair.
Poor Ned, I’m afraid,
Cannot meet with his horse;
He seems quite distracted
At so great a loss.
The Girl you see swinging,
If the band only break,
Will be in great danger
Of breaking her neck.
A Bull-baiting now
Puts an end to my book:
The scene is so cruel,
I can scarce bear to look.
W. Walker, Printer, Otley.