His wife ſhe in a poſſion roſe,
And ſays, Husband, I'do ſuppoſe
You love this place better than me,
No credit to your family.
O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
I did this only for to try
To find out Mally's honeſty;
She is an honeſt, girl I fin'
As ever dwelt in Drury-Lane.
O rare Mally, Dyvcr! &c.
The rich old Miſer, as I heard ſay,
For London town he took his way,
His ſweetheart Mally to attack,
But his attempts were all too late.
O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
When that young Mally Dyver found,
Her old ſweetheart was come to town,
She hir'd another in her place,
Which prov'd the Miſer's ſad diſgrace.
O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
The houſe was ſearched with all ſpeed,
In which he found the ſervant maid;
So ſhe to Newgate ſtraight was fent,
But Mally did the ſuit prevent.
O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
She hir'd a Lawyer in the town,
To whom ſhe gave full fifty pound.
7o piead her cauſe before them all:
How ſhe behav'd, declare I ſhall.
O rare. Mally Dyver! &c.
