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To city, country, camp or court,
or whereſoe’er he go,
No horned brother dares make ſport,
they’re cuckolds all a-row.

When the town runs full of folly,
And each gadding after Polly,
Let us take a chearful glaſs;
Tell me Damon, where’s the pleaſure,
Of beſtowing time and leiſure,
For to make a man an aſs?
For to make a man an aſs!

I am for joy that’s leaſt expenſive,
Where the pleaſure’s moſt extenſive,
And from all dull actions free.
Weary myſelf over a bottle,
And when tir’d with am’rous prattle,
Sing old ſongs as well as ſhe,
Sing old ſongs as well as ſhe.

But ſince Polly’s briſk behaviour,
Has brought her into ſo much favour,
With her ſweet alluring charms.
Where the great ones take great pleaſure
Of enticing of her treaſure,
And ly folded in her arms,
And ly folded in her arms.