Dolly and Molly: OR, The Two Country Damosels Fortunes at London.  
Dolly and Molly came up to the Town  
To try their fortune, wand'ring up and down:  
At length both marched together to a Ball,  
There Moll a Gallant got Doll none at all:  
But Doll atlast in town was richly married,  
Moll got a Clap and shamefully miscarried.  
To an Excellent New Playhouse Tune, Or, Bacon and Beans.  
With Allowance,  
 
 

Dolly and Molly are new come to Town  
Doll hath got nothing, but Moll a silk Gown:  
Dolly was handsome though peevish and coy  
But Molly was buxom and free to enjoy.   

Dolly and Molly they went to Whitehall,  
Dolly got nothing but Molly got all:  
Dolly she scorned to have a Gallant,  
But Molly had all things that Dolly did want.   

As Dolly and Molly were walking near th' Court,  
A youngster did Dolly began for to sport;  
But she put him of with a pish and a fie,  
Saying, Lord Sir be civil, else from you i'll fly.   

When Dolly refused him, to Molly he went,  
For one of the two to enjoy he was bend:  
He asked her a question which made her to smile,  
Then a kiss and a Guiny did Molly beguile.   

He took her aside and he pleased her so well,  
That Molly consented with him for to dwell,  
There's nothing on earth that's to Molly denied,  
Her humour to please, and to pomper her pride.   

He gave her fine clothes and all things of the best,  
Because that her delicate body be pressed,  
Her Country speech did so heighten his charms,  
That Molly could seldom rest out of his arms.   
 
 

Now maly is rich and Dolly is poor,  
But Dolly is honest though maly a Whore:  
Doll said 'twas a pleasure to be modest and coy  
But Moll swore 'twas pleasanter to enjoy,   

Quoth maly to Dolly i'd have the be wise,  
You'll never get any thing if you are nice:  
Observe but what state I do live in, and then  
You'll surely learn to be kinder to men.   

Oh Dolly the pleasures of love art so sweet,  
When with equal desires together we meet:  
that nothing on earth can compare with that bliss,  
Besides 'tis an honour to becalled a fine Miss.   

Thus Molly tempts Dolly to go to the sport,  
And about her brave Gallants begin to resort:  
For Doll● was handsome in Country grey,  
And was far more tempting than those that were gay   

Says Dolly to Molly 'twixt anger and scorn,  
Oh Molly you'll wish you had never been born:  
Those immodest pleasures which you so commend,  
Will bring you to sorrow and shame in the end   

Thus Molly and Dolly could never agree,  
maly had Gallants more than two or three,  
She traded with all that had silver and gold  
Till at leangth like a town Miss she grew bawdy & bold   

'Twas Dolly's good luck a place for to get,  
To wait on a Lady whose fortune was great  
Accounting it better a servant to be,  
Then a Lady of pleasure of the highest degree,   

This Dolly was pretty and cleanly and neat  
Her body well shaped not to small nor too great  
Her Mistress she pleased and behaved herself well,  
That Dolly most happily with her did dwell.   

Now Dolly is got into all people's favour,  
& many young Shopkeepers strive for to have her:  
But Doll put him of with a modest reply:  
Saying Sirs I am resolved a Maiden to die.   

But at last the coy Virgin was struck with loves dart  
Little Cupid hath wounded poor Dolly toth' heart  
For one of these youngsters so closely did ply,  
That Dolly no longer knew how to deny.   

Then married they were having all friend's consent  
And happilly love to each others content:  
She proves a kind Wife, and a good Husband he,  
Than what greater blessing on earth can there be:   

But Molly despised her and called her young slut  
Saying, Dolly there's more ways than one to go to't  
I'll take my delight with the blades of the times:  
Such pleasures as those without doubt are no crimes   

But a little while after such was her mishap,  
Poor Molly had got a most desperate Clap,  
Her galiants forsook her and left her forlorn,  
Crying out, you foul Whore we your company scorn.   

Now Molly's disstressed, and the pain must endure,  
She flies to a Quack her distemper to cure:  
But Dolly lives bravely, and her I commend,  
For honesty always will thrive in   

The End.    

Printed for P. Brook by, at the Golden-ball, in West-smithfield.