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I laugh to ſee them come to fairs,
with whalebone ſtay's it's queer man,
So fooliſhly they are primpt up,
like ſunks upon a mare man.
O gin ye be trig laſſie,
O gin ye be trig,
The whalebone keeps their bellyback,
and yet it may turn big.
With ſtamingers into their breaſts,
their bubbies they do cruſh man,
Which makes them jimp about the middle,
and big where ye wad wiſh man.
O ſoon ye learn the trade laſſie,
O ſoon ye learn the trade,
About fifteen you are ſae keen,
as venture to the bed.
With ribbons rare and other ware,
they're primpet up ſae nice man,
They loftily do cock their heads,
even as their docks gat ſpice man.
O well does thou incline laſſie,
O well does thou incline,
To dance the blanket hornpipe,
as minnie did langſyne.
Our Ladies now we do not know,
tho' they buſk ne'er fae bra' man,
Our ſervant maids does wear the ſame,
