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WIth my Strings of small Wire lo I come,
And a Cittern made of Wood;
And a Song altho’ you are Deaf and Dumb,
May be heard and understood.
Dumb, dumb——
Oh! take Pity on me, my Dear,
Me thy Slave, and me thy Vassal,
And be not Cruel, as it were,
Like to some strong and well built old Castle.
Dumb, dumb——
Lest as thou passest along the Street,
Braver every Day and braver;
Every one that does thee meet,
Will say there goes a Woman-shaver.
Dumb, dumb——
And again will think fit,
And to say they will determine;
There goes she that with Tongue killed Clip-Chops,
As a Man with his Thumbs kill Vermine.
Dumb, dumb——
For if thou dost then, farewel Pelf,
Farewel Bridget, for I vow I’ll:
Either in my Bason hang my self,
Or drown me in my Towel,
Dumb, dumb——
A Ballad, made by a Gentleman in Ireland, who could not have Access to a Lady whom he went to visit, because the Maid the Night before had over-laid her pretty Bitch. To the Tune of, O Hone, O Hone.
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OH! let no Eyes be dry,
Oh Hone, Oh Hone,
But let’s lament and cry,
Oh Hone, O Hone,
We’re quite undone almost,
For Daphne on this Coast,
Has yielded up the Ghost,
Oh Hone, O Hone.
Daphne my dearest Bitch,
Oh Hone, O Hone,
Who did all Dogs bewitch,
Oh Hone, &c.
Was by a careless Maid,
Pox take her for a Jade,
In the Night over-laid,
Oh Hone, &c.
Oh may she never more
Oh Hone, &c.
Sleep quietly, but snore,
Oh Hone, &c.
May never Irish Lad,
Sue for her Maiden-head,
Until it stinks I Gad,
Oh Hone, &c.
Oh may she never keep
Oh Hone, Oh Hone;
Her Water in her Sleep,
Oh Hone, Oh Hone:
May never Pence nor Pounds,
Come more within the Bounds,
Of her Pocket Ad-sounds,
Oh Hone, Oh Hone.
