HEre are People and Sports
of all sizes and sorts,
Coach’d Damsel with Squire,
and Mob in the Mire,
Tarpaulins, Trugmallions,
Lords, Ladys, Sows,
Babies, and Loobys in Scores.
Some howling, some Bawling,
some Leering, some Fleering,
some Loving, some Shoving,
with Legions of Furbelow’d Whores.
To the Tavern, some go,
and some to a Show,
see Poppets for Moppets,
Jack-puddings, for Cuddens,
Rope Dancing, Mares Prancing,
Boats flying, Quacks lying,
Pick-pockets, pick Plackets,
Beasts, Butchers, and Beaus.
Fops prat’ling, Dies rat’ling,
Rooks shaming, Puts Daming,
Whores Painted, Mask’s tainted,
in Tallymans Furbelow’d Cloaths.
The Mobs Joys would you know
to yon Musick-house go,
see Tailors, and Saylors,
Whores Oily in Doily,
hear Musick, makes you sick:
Cows Skipping, Clowns tripping,
some Joaking, some Smoaking, like Spiggit and Tap;
short Measure, strange Pleasure
thus Billing, and Swilling,
some yearly, get fairly,
for Fairings Pig, Pork, and a Clap.
The Mountebank Song. Set and Sung by Mr. Leveridge, in a New Play call’d, Farewel to Folly.
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