WATTEN Towns-end; Or, A Nosegay of Pleasure, Which grew in the Garden of VENUS.
Tune is, Watten Towns end; Or, Lame Leg next the Wall,
AS I come up by Arpendeen
and straight to Watten Town,
And there I met a prety wench,
that look'd like Lay me down;
At Watten Towns end, at Watten Towns end
At every Door, there stands a Whore,
at Watten Towns end.
The Frigat's Name was Thunder-Bolt,
her Sails were all of Silk;
Her Cacklen was of Silver twist,
her Colour like the Milk.
At Watten Towns end, &c.
Her Planks were all of Ivory,
her Bottom beaten-Gold:
Her Deck was Alablaster pure,
she looked brisk and bold.
At Watten Towns end, at Watten towns end
At every Door, there stands a Whore,
at Watten Towns end.
HEr Head was guilded o're and o're,
her Wanton Flag did flye:
And I was mad to be on Board,
so much a Fool was I
At Watten towns end, at Watten towns end
At every Door, there stands a Whore,
at Watten towns end.
She seem'd a stately Pleasure-Boat,
with tempting good attire:
But little knew that (under Deck)
her Gun-Room was in Fire.
At Watten towns end.
I lodg'd with her, I laid her down,
I slept with her all night:
I supp'd upon a Coney-Fatt,
whose Gravey was delight
At Watten towns end, &c.
She gave to me a Syrrup sweet,
was in her Placket-Box;
But e're three Minutes went about,
it proved the French-POX.
At Watten towns end, &c.
This Fire-Ship she did blow me up,
as my Effigies shows,
And all may read upon my Face
The loss of Teeth and Nose,
At Watten towns end, &c.
Now as I walk along the streets,
they gaze upon my face,
And every one that looks at me,
salutes me with disgrace
At Watten towns end, &c.
By me beware then Gentlemen,
From King in Country Clown,
And when you see a pretty Wench,
Remember Lay me down.
At Watten towns end, at Watten towns end,
At every door, there stands a Whore,
at Watten towns end.
FINIS.
Printed for P. Brooksby, at all Golden Ball in Pye-Corner.