Volume 5 — A New Song, Sung at the Playhouse. By Mr. Dogget.
Reading edition
[Listen]
IN the Devil’s Country there lately did dwell, A crew of such Whores as was ne’er bred in Hell, The Devil himself he knows it full well, Which no Body can deny, deny; Which no Body can deny. There were Six of the Gang, and all of a Bud, Which open’d as soon as got into the Blood, There are five to be hang’d, when the other proves good, Which no Body, &c. But it seems they have hitherto sav’d all their Lives, Since they cou’d not live honest, there’s four made Wives, The other two they are not Marry’d but Sw——s, Which no Body, &c. The Eldest the Matron of t’other Five Imps, Though as Chast as Diana, or any o’th’ Nymphs, Yet rather than Daughter shall want it, she Pimps, Which no Body, &c. Damn’d Proud and Ambitious both Old and the Young, And not fit for honest Men to come among, A damn’d Itch in their Tail, and a sting in their Tongue, Sing tantara rara Whores all, Whores all, Sing tantara rara Whores all.
