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YOUNG BATEMAN's GHOST
Tune—Flying Fame.
YOU dainty dames ſo finely fram'd
of beauty's chiefeſt mould.
And you that trip it up and down,
like lambs of Cupid's fold,
Here is a leſſon to be learn'd,
a leſſon in the mind,
For ſuch as will prove falſe in love,
and bear a faithleſs mind.
Not far from Nottingham, of lato,
in Clifton, as I hear,
There dwelt a fair and comely dame,
none with her could compare!
Her cheeks were like the crimſon roſe.
yet, as you may perceive,
The faireſt face the faireſt heart,
the ſooneſt will deceive.
This gallant dame ſhe was belov'd
of many of that place,
And many fought, in marriage-bed,
her body to emabrace:
