The Play-house Saint; Or, Phillis unmasked.
A New Ballad.
NEar famous Covent-Garden
A Dome there stands on high;
With a fa, la, la, la, &c.
Where Kings are represented,
And Queens in Metre dye;
With a fa, la, la, la, &c.
The Beaus and Men of Business
Diversions hither bring,
To hear the wanton Doxies prate,
And see 'em dance and sing;
With a fa, la, la, la, &c.
Here Phillis is a Darling,
As she her self gives out,
For a fa, la, la, la,
As tight a Lass as ever
Did use a Double Clout,
On her fa, la, la, la, &c.
She's brisk and gay, and cunning,
And wants a Wedlock Yoke,
Her Mother was before her
As good as ever strook
For a fa, la, la, la, &c.
Young Suitors she had many,
From 'Squire, up to the Lord,
For her fa, la, la, la, &c.
And daily she refus'd 'em,
For Vertue was the Word;
With her fa, la, la, la, &c.
A Saint she would be thought,
And dissembled all she could,
But jolly Rakes all knew she was
Of Play-house Flesh and Blood,
And her fa, la, la, la, &c.
