shame at all;
And let this Song be sung the next performing,
Else ten to one but the Prices will fall.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

Abroad as I was walking, I spy'd two Maids a wrestling,
The one threw the other unto the Ground;
One Maid she let a Fart, struck the other to the Heart,
Was not this a grievous Wound?

This Fart it was heard into Mr. _Bowman's_ Yard,
With a great and a mighty Power;
For ought that I can tell, it blew down _Bridwell_,
And so overcame the _Tower_.

It blew down _Paul's_ Steeple, and knock'd down many People,
Alack was the more the pity;
It blew down _Leaden-hall_, and the Meal-sacks and all,
And the Meal flew about the City.

It blew down the _Exchange_, was not this very strange,
And the Merchants of the City did wound;
This Maid she like a Beast, turn'd her fugo to the _East_,
And it roar'd in the Air like Thunder.

_The Jolly_ PEDLAR's _Pretty Thing_.

[Music]

A Pedlar proud as I heard tell,
He came into a Town:
With certain Wares he had to sell,
Which he cry'd up and down:
At first of all he did begin,
With Ribbonds, or Laces, Points, or Pins,
Gartering, Girdling, Tape, or Filleting,
_Maids any Cunny-skins_.

I have of your fine perfumed Gloves,
And made of the best Doe-skin;
Such as young Men do give their Loves,
When they their Favour Win:
Besides he had many a prettier Thing
_Than Ribbonds_, &c.

I have of your fine Necklaces,
As ever you did behold;
And of your Silk Handkerchiefs,
That are lac'd round with Gold:
Besides he had many a prettier Thing
_Than Ribbonds_, &c.

Good fellow, says one, and smiling sat,
Your Measure does somewhat Pinch;
Beside you Measure at that rate,
It wants above an Inch:
And then he shew'd her a prettier Thing,
_Than Ribbonds_, &c.

The Lady was pleas'd with what she had seen,
And vow'd and did protest;
Unless he'd shew it her once again,
She never shou'd be at rest:
With that he shew'd her his prettier Thing
_Than Ribbonds_, &c.

With that the Pedlar began to huff,
And said his Measure was good,
If that she pleased to try his stuff,
And take it whilst it stood:
And than he gave her a prettier Thing,
_Than Ribbonds_, &c.

Good fellow said she, when you come again,
Pray bring good store of your Ware;
And for new Customers do not sing,