rough the fair _Edinborough_,
To view the fair Meadows as I was ganging;
_Jockey_ and _Moggy_ were walking and talking,
Of Love and Religion, thus closely Haranguing;
Never says _Moggy_, come near me false _Jockey_,
For thou art a _Whig_, and I mean to abhor thee;
Ize be no Bride, nor will lig by thy side,
For no sneaking Rebel shall lift a Leg o'er me.

_Jockey._ Fairest and Dearest,
And to my Heart nearest,
To live with thy Frowns I no longer am able;
I am so loving,
And thou art so moving,
Each Hair of thy Head ties me fast as a Cable:
Thou hast that in thee,
Ise sure to win me,
To _Jew_, _Turk_ or _Atheist_, so much I adore thee;
Nothing I'd shun,
That is under the Sun,
So I have the pleasure to lift a Leg o'er thee.

_Moggy._ Plotters and Traytors,
And Associators,
In every degree thou shalt swear to oppose 'em;
Swimmers and Trimmers,
The Nations Redeemers,
And for thy Reward thou shalt sleep in my Bosom;
I had a Dad,
Was a Royal brave Lad,
And as true as the Sun to his Monarch before me;
_Moggy_ he cry'd,
The same hour that he Dy'd,
Let no sneaking Rebel e'er lift a Leg o'er thee.

_Jockey._ Adieu then ye Crew then,
Of Protestant Blue Men,
No Faction his _Moggy_ from _Jockey_ shall sever;
Thou shalt at Court,
My Conversion Report,
I am not the first Whig by his Wife brought in favour;
Ise never deal,
For the dull Common Weal,
To fight for true Monarchy shall be my Glory;
Lull'd with thy Charms,
Then I die in your Arms,
When I have the Pleasure to lift a Leg o'er thee.

_The Fair Lass of_ ISLINGTON.

[Music]

There was a Lass of _Islington_,
As I have heard many tell;
And she would to Fair _London_ go,
Fine Apples and Pears to sell:
And as along the Streets she flung,
With her basket on her Arm:
Her Pears to sell, you may know it right well,
This fair Maid meant no harm.

But as she tript along the Street,
Her pleasant Fruit to sell;
A Vintner did with her meet,
Who lik'd this Maid full well:
Quoth he, fair Maid, what have you there?
In Basket decked brave;
Fine Pears, quoth she, and if it please ye
A taste Sir you shall have.

The Vintner he took a Taste,
And lik'd it well, for why;
This Maid he thought of all the re