Oates' Bug— Bug— Boarding-School, AT CAMBERWELL. A SONG.  
To the Tune of, My Lord russel's Farewell.  Writ by J. Dean, Author of the Wine-Cooper. The Hunting of the Fox. The Badger in the Fox-Trap. The Lord Russel's Farewell. The Loyal Conquest. The Dutch Miller, etc. 

ROuse, Rouse my lazy Myrmidons,  
And muster up our Tribe;  
See how the Factious Fancies stands,  
To trim or cross the Tide:  
Invite 'em to my Vaulting School,  
The Saints for freedom tell:  
How they may live without Control,  
With me at Camberwell.   

There all Provision shall be made  
To entertain the best,  
Old Mother Creswel of our Trade,  
For to rub down our Guests;  
Three Hundred of the briskest Dames,  
In Park or Field e'er fell:  
Whose Amorous Eyes shall charm the flames  
O'th' Saints at Camberwell.   

For my own spending I will keep  
Of Boys Three Hundred more,  
They are to my Appetite, more sweet  
Than Bawd or Buxom Whore:  
The Turks Seraglio we'll revive,  
He sinks so fast for Hell:  
Our English Turks may Plot and thrive,  
With me at Camberwell.   

That Sacred place shall tempt his Grace,  
Once more from Friends to fall:  
He'll leave these newfound Sweets to trace  
both More-Park and Whitehall;  
For Grace and Tom ' 'tshall be their home,  
To Kiss Secure and Dwell:  
Where ev'ry Lass shall have his Grace,  
In my sweet Camberwell.   

Patience shall from the Cock-loft creep,  
And here have free Access:  
To Swear and Drink, to Whore and Sleep,  
Such Virtues we profess;  
Waller his Pots of Venison,  
He took for Priests, may sell:  
His Amber-Necklaces make known  
Our Saints at Camberwell.   

Player may meet his Mistress here,  
Sometimes Sir Robert's Wife;  
They free from care in joys may share,  
It may prolong one's Life:  
That daring Gibbet 'fore my Gate.  
I'll tear him down to Rights;  
Because no Emblems of ill Fate,  
Shall fright our Amorous Nights.   

Argile and Job, and Ferguson,  
And all Absconding Saints;  
May safely to their Saviour come,  
And taste our sweet Contents:  
Our largest Rooms to frisk and sport,  
Beds round, and Curtains Drawn;  
The Life and Scene of Venus' Court,  
Excelling England's Throne.   

All naked round the Room we'll Dance,  
Fine Limbs and Shapes to show:  
In pairs by Candle-light advance,  
In dazzling postures go;  
Here every Man obtains his Choice,  
Sister, Madam, or Nell:  
We'll have Papilion and Duboyce,  
To my sweet Camberwell.   
Finis.   

Printed for J. Dean, Bookseller in Cranborn-street, in Leicester-Fields, near Newport-House. 1684.