them not,
Perhaps the Young Rogue had his Lesson forgot,
_Which no Body can deny._

But after some Study and impudent Tales,
Ask'd for a Commission to march into _Wales_,
And be Chang'd to a Herse, as Rogues goes to Gaols,
_Which no Body can deny._

But seeing his Impudence still to abound,
To go search for the Men who were not to be found,
They immediately sent him back to _Fleet_ Pound,
_Which no Body can deny._

From the _Fleet_ to the Cart may he quickly advance
To learn the true Steps of old _Oates's_ New Dance,
And something beside, or it is a great Chance,
_Which no Body can deny._

He has made it a Trade to be doing of Wrong,
In Swearing, and Lying, and Cheating so long,
For all his Life time, he's been at it ding dong,
_Which no Body can deny._

_Welch Taffy_ he raves and crys Splutterdenails,
He's abused hur Highness with Lies and with Tales,
Hur will hang hur if e'er hur can catch hur in _Wales_,
_Which no Body will deny._

_The Woman Warrior._

_Who liv'd in_ COW-CROSS _near_ WEST-SMITHFIELD; _who changing her
Apparrel, entered her self on Board in Quality of a Soldier, and
sailed to_ IRELAND, _where she Valiantly behaved her self,
particularly at the Siege of_ CORK, _where she lost her Toes, and
received a Mortal Wound in her Body, of which she since Died in her
return to_ LONDON.

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Let the Females attend,
To the Lines which are penn'd,
For here I shall give a Relation;
Of a Young marry'd Wife,
Who did venture her Life,
For a Soldier, a Soldier she went from the Nation.

She her Husband did leave,
And did likewise receive
Her Arms, and on Board she did enter;
And right valiantly went,
With a Resolution bent,
To the Ocean, the Ocean her Life there to venture.

Yet of all the Ships Crew,
Not a Seaman that knew,
They then had a Woman so near 'em;
On the Ocean so deep,
She her Council did keep,
Ay, and therefore, and therefore she never did fear 'em.

She was valiant and bold,
And would not be controul'd,
By any that dare to offend her;
If a Quarrel arose,
She would give him dry Blows,
And the Captain, the Captain did highly commend her.

For he took her to be,
Then of no mean Degree,
A Gentleman's Son or a 'Squire;
With a Hand white and fair,
There was none could compare,
Which the Captain, the Captain did often admire.

On the _Irish_ Shore,
Where the Cannons did roar,
With many stout Lads she was landed;
There her Li