Volume 5 — The Female Scuffle. To the foregoing Tune.

OF late in the Park a fair Fancy was seen, Betwixt an old Baud and a lusty young Quean; Their parting of Money began the uproar, I’ll have half says the Baud, but you shan’t says the Whore: Why ’tis my own House, I care not a Louse, I’ll ha’ three parts in four, or you get not a Souse. ’Tis I, says the Whore, must take all the Pains, And you shall be damn’d e’er you get all the Gains; The Baud being vex’d, straight to her did say, Come off wi’ your Duds, and I pray pack away, And likewise your Ribbonds, your Gloves, and your Hair, For naked you came, and so out you go bare; Then Buttocks so bold, Began for to Scold, Hurrydan was not able her Clack for to hold. Both Pell-Mell fell to’t, and made this uproar, With these Compliments, th’art a Baud, th’art a Whore: The Bauds and the Buttocks that liv’d there around, Came all to the Case, both Pockey and Sound, To see what the reason was of this same Fray, That did so disturb them before it was Day; If I tell you amiss, Let me never more Piss, This Buttocks so bold she named was Siss. By Quiffing with Cullies three Pound she had got, And but one part of four must fall to her Lot; Yet all the Bauds cry’d, let us turn her out bare, Unless she will yield to return her half share; If she will not, we’ll help to strip off her Cloaths, And turn her abroad with a slit o’ the Nose: Who when she did see, There was no Remedy, For her from the Tyranous Bauds to get free; The Whore from the Money was forced to yield, And in the Conclusion the Baud got the Field.