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W Yet swinken nat fans fecresie.
They asken that, and talken this, .. 15
Te-he, cry'd Ladies ; Clerke nought spake :
1. TN ev'ry Town, where Thamis rolls his Tyde, 1 A narrow Pass there is, with Houses low; Where ever and anon, the Stream is ey'd, And many a Boat soft sliding to and fro. There oft are heard the notes of Infant Woe, 5 The short thick Sob, loud Scream, and Thriller
Squall : How can ye, Mothers, vex your Children fo? Some play, some eat, some cack against the wall, And as they crouchen low, for bread and butter call.
II. And on the broken pavement, here and there, 10 Doth many a stinking sprat and herring lie; . A brandy and tobacco shop is near, And hens, and dogs, and hogs are feeding by; And here a sailor's jacket hangs to dry.
At ev'ry door are sun-burnt matrons seen, 15
bourhood I ween.
III. The snappish cur (the passengers annoy) Close at my heel with yelping treble flies ; 20 The whimp’ring girl, and hoarser-screaming boy, Join to the yelping treble, Ihrilling cries ; The scolding Quean to louder notes doth rise, And her full pipes those shrilling cries confound; To her full pipes the grunting hog replies ; 25 The grunting hogs alarm the neighbours round, And curs, girls, boys, and scolds, in the deep base
IV. Hard by a Sty, beneath a roof of thatch, Dwelt Obloquy, who in her early days Baskets of fish at Billingsgate did watch, 30 Cod, whiting, oyster, mackrel, sprat, or plaice : There learn’d she speech from tongues that never
Slander beside her, like a Mag-pie, chatters, With Envy, (spitting Cat) dread foe to peace ; Like a curs’d Cur, Malice befor her clatters, And vexing 'ry wight, tears clothes and all to
Her dugs were mark’d by ev'ry Collier's hand, Her mouth was black as bull-dogs at the stall : She scratched, bit, and spar'd ne lace ne band, And bitch and rogue her answer was to all; 40 Nay, e’en the parts of shame by name would call : Yea, when the passed by or lane or nook, Would greet the man who turn’d him to the Wall, And by his hand obscene the porter took, 44. Nor ever did alkance like modest Virgin look.
Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town, Woolwich and Wapping, smelling strong of pitch; · Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown, And Twick’nam such, which fairer scenes enrich, Grots, statues, urns, and Jo---n's Dog and Bitch,