A Pleasant Dialogue betwixt Two VVanton Ladies of Pleasure; Or, The Dutchess of Porsmouths woful Farwel to her former Felicity.
One Lady she Couragiously stands in her own defence; The other now doth seem to bow, her Colours are display'd,
Assuredly none can deny, the Words she speaks is sence: She is content, her mind is bent, still to maintain her Trade.
Tune of, Tan tarra rara, tan tivee.
BRave Gallants now listen and I will you tell
with a fa, la, la, la, fa, la, la,
A pleasant discourse that I heard at Pell-mell,
with a fa la, &c.
Between two fair Ladys of the wanton strain,
The one to the other did sigh and complain,
I wish I was over in France now again,
with a fa la, &c.
Quoth Nelly I prithee who sent for thee here,
with a fa la, &c.
'Tis you with a shame that put in for a share
with a fa la, &c.
O do you remember when I was dismay'd,
When you in attire was richly array'd,
Alas I poor Nelly was wrong'd in my trade,
with a fa la, &c.
I pray now could you not your honour advance,
with a fa la, &c.
With some noble Peer, in the Nation of France,
with a fa la, &c.
Forsooth you must needs leave your country dear
To utter your fine french Commodity here,
But sorrow and trouble will bring up the rear,
with a fa la &c.
Dear Nelly be-loving and do not reflect,
with a fa la &c.
But prithee now shew me some civil respect,
with a fa la &c.
For now I am in a most pittiful case,
For shame will not let me uncover my face
My honour is turn'd to a vail of disgrace.
with a fa la, &c.
Quoth Nelly, pray send for the treasure again,
with a fa la, &c.
That you did send over while you were in fame,
with a fa la, &c.
Come, come, I must tell ye that you was too bold
To send from this Nation such parcels of gold,
In such kind of dealings you must be controul'd,
with a fa la, &c.
No sweet Madam Nelly, you cannot deny,
with a fa la, &c.
But you have had treasure as often as I,
with a fa la, &c.
And yet must I onely indeed be run down,
By you that I value the least in the town,
If I come in favour upon thee i'le frown,
with a fa la, &c.
You drab of a Miss, I do hold you in scorn
with a fa la, &c.
I'de have you to know I am this Nation born,
with a fa la, &c.
Your coming to England I heartily rue,
Of many good bout I've been cheated by you,
For which may a Thousand vexations insue,
with a fa la, &c.
No matter for that it was all my delight,
with a fa la, &c.
But now I am in a most pittiful plight,
with a fa la, &c.
Vnfortunate Lady that now am deny'd,
In this vail of sorrow my patience is try'd,
Sure this may be termed the downfal of pride,
with a fa la, &c.
I'le warrant you thought it would never be day,
with a fa la, &c.
But now you are utterly fell to decay,
with a fa la, &c.
You are in a sad and deplorable state,
You wander alone now for want of a Mate,
Your'e like an old Almanack quite out of date,
with a fa la, &c.
No Nelly, I will not be clearly dismay'd,
with a fa la, &c.
I'le set a good face and will follow my trade,
with a fa la, &c.
I shall have some trading I do make no doubt▪
I'le have youthful damosels to ply on the scour,
I'le play a small game now before i'le stick out,
with a fa, la, la, la, fa, la, la.
printed for [...]. Deacon▪ in Guiltspur-street.