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She. Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, 'tis better,
       'Tis better for us to Plough and to Spin:
       For as to the Court when thou happen'st to try,
       Thou'lt find nothing got there, unless thou can'st Buy;
       For Money, the Devil, the Devil and all's to be found,
       But no good Parts minded, no, no, no, no good Parts minded without the good Pound.

He. Why then I'le take Arms, why then I'le take Arms, I'le take Arms,
       And follow, and follow Alarms,
       Hunt Honour, that now a-days plaguily charms:

She. And so lose a Limb, by a Shot or a Blow,
       And curse thy self after, for leaving, for leaving the Plough.

He. Suppose I turn Gamester?

She. So Cheat and be Bang'd:

He. What think'st of the Road then?

She. The High-way to be Hang'd;

He. Nice Pimping however yields Profit for Life,
       I'le help some fine Lord to another's fine Wife:

She. That's dangerous too, amongst the Town Crew,
       For some of 'em will do the same thing by you;
       And then I to Cuckold ye may be drawn in,
       Faith, Collin, 'tis better I sit here and Spin,
       Faith, Collin, 'tis better I sit here and Spin.

He. Will nothing Prefer me, what think'st of the Law?

She. Oh! while you live, Collin, keep out of that Paw: