:
Some say indeed she swore a Rape,
But God knows who was wrong'd;
For he that did it did escape,
And he did not was Hang'd.

Some say another thing beside,
If true? it was a Vice;
That _Campbell_ when she was his Bride,
Did trouble her but thrice:
'Twas this the young Girls Choler mov'd,
And in a Rage she swore;
E'er she'd be a Wife but three times lov'd,
She'd sooner be a Whore.

But don't you pity now her Case,
Was forc'd to send for Surgeon,
To show the Man that very place,
Where once she was a Virgin.
Parents take warning by her fall,
When Girls are in their Teens;
To marry them soon, or they will all,
Know what the Business means.

For Girls like Nuts (Excuse my Rhimes)
At bottom growing brown;
If you don't gather them betimes,
Will of themselves fall down:
God bless King _William_, and Queen _Mary_,
And Plenty and Peace advance;
And hang up those wish the contrary,
And then a Fig for _France_.

_A_ SONG, _Set by Mr._ KING.

Banish my _Lydia_ these sad Thoughts,
Why sets thou musing so;
To hear the Ugly rail at faults,
They wou'd, they wou'd, but cannot do:
For let the Guilt be what it will.
So small, so small Account they bear;
That none yet thought it worth their while,
On such, on such to be severe,
On such, on such to be severe.

With far more reason thou may'st pine,
Thy self for being Fair;
For hadst thou but less Glorious been,
Thou of no Faults wou'dst hear:
So the great light that shines from far,
Has had its Spots set down;
While many a little useless Star,
Has not been tax'd with one.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ HENRY PURCELL.

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Love's Pow'r in my Heart shall find no Compliance,
I'll stand to my Guard, and bid open Defiance:
To Arms I will muster my Reason and Senses,
_Ta ra ra ra, Ta ra ra ra_, a War now commences.

Keep, keep a strict Watch, and observe ev'ry Motion,
Your Care to his Cunning exactly proportion;
Fall on, he gives ground, let him never recover,
_Victoria! Victoria!_ the Battle is over.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ JAMES HART.

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Honest Shepher'd, since you're poor,
Think of loving me no more,
Take Advice in time,
Give o're your Solicitations:
Nature does in vain dispense,
To your Vertue, Courage, Sense,
Wealth can only influence,
A Woman's Inclina