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Old Knots, Pins, Batches, Dabs of Lace,
And Powder, 'till I loſt my Place. 30

Next to a Sempſtreſs I was bound
Five tedious Years for ſeven Pound,
Money by the good Vicar lent,
In hopes young SALLY would repent:
A Drudge,a Slave, I could not ſtay; 35
But filch'd a Head, and ran away.

Twice ſeven Years, and ſomething more
I now cou'd count, and turn'd a Whore.
My Maiden-Head full cheap was ſold;
It went for ſomething under Gold;
But, to oblige each am'rous Swain,
I ſold, and ſold it o'er again,
Until I fix'd a keeping 'Squire,
Who did my growing Charms admire.

⁠Who now but I? to Park, to Play,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$45
To Cards, and Ball I found the Way,
And ſparkled in my rich Array;

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