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Scene the Royal Exchange	B
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CORYDON	C
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Now the keen rigour of the winter's o'er	D
No hail descends and frost can pinch no more	E
While other girls confess the genial spring	F
And laugh aloud or amorous ditties sing	F
Secure from cold their lovely necks display	G
And throw each useless chafing dish away	G
Why sits my Phillis discontented here	H
Nor feels the turn of the revolving year	I
Why on that brow dwell sorrow and dismay	G
Where Loves were wont to sport and Smiles to play	G
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PHILLIS	J
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Ah Corydon survey the 'Change around	K
Through all the 'Change no wretch like me is found	K
Alas the day when I poor heedless maid	L
Was to your rooms in Lincoln's Inn betray'd	L
Then how you swore how many vows you made	L
Ye listening Zephyrs that o'erheard his love	M
Waft the soft accents to the gods above	M
Alas the day for O eternal shame	N
I sold you handkerchiefs and lost my fame	N
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CORYDON	C
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When I forget the favour you bestow'd	O
Red herrings shall be spawn'd in Tyburn Road	O
Fleet Street transform'd become a flowery green	C
And mass be sung where operas are seen	C
The wealthy cit and the St James's beau	P
Shall change their quarters and their joys forego	P
Stock jobbing this to Jonathan's shall come	Q
At the Groom Porter's that play off his plum	Q
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PHILLIS	J
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But what to me does all that love avail	R
If while I doze at home o'er porter's ale	R
Each night with wine and wenches you regale	R
My livelong hours in anxious cares are past	S
And raging hunger lays my beauty waste	T
On templars spruce in vain I glances throw	P
And with shrill voice invite them as they go	P
Exposed in vain my glossy ribbons shine	C
And unregarded wave upon the twine	C
The week flies round and when my profit's known	C
I hardly clear enough to change a crown	C
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CORYDON	C
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Hard fate of virtue thus to be distrest	T
Thou fairest of thy trade and far the best	T
As fruitmen's stalls the summer market grace	U
And ruddy peaches them as first in place	U
Plumcake is seen o'er smaller pastry ware	V
And ice on that so Phillis does appear	I
In playhouse and in Park above the rest	T
Of belles mechanic elegantly drest	T
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PHILLIS	J
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And yet Crepundia that conceited fair	V
Amid her toys affects a saucy air	V
And views me hourly with a scornful eye	W
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CORYDON	C
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She might as well with bright Cleora vie	W
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PHILLIS	J
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With this large petticoat I strive in vain	C
To hide my folly past and coming pain	C
'Tis now no secret she and fifty more	E
Observe the symptoms I had once before	E
A second babe at Wapping must be placed	T
When I scarce bear the charges of the last	T
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CORYDON	C
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What I could raise I sent a pound of plums	X
Five shillings and a coral for his gums	X
To morrow I intend him something more	E
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PHILLIS	J
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I sent a frock and pair of shoes before	E
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CORYDON	C
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However you shall home with me to night	T
Forget your cares and revel in delight	T
I have in store a pint or two of wine	C
Some cracknels and the remnant of a chine	C
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And now on either side and all around	T
The weighty shop boards fall and bars resound	T
Each ready sempstress slips her pattens on	C
And ties her hood preparing to be gone	C
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L B W H J S S T	T

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