The new made Gentlewoman Or, The dishonest Lady.  
Writen as true as she did relate  
How Money made her every Rascal's Mate  
Likewise she says she's gathered riches store.  
By only playing of the private Whore.  
And now in the Country she's gone,  
And left me behind to sing this song.  
To a new Tune, Or, The Flatteries of Fate.  
 

COme Gallants and lisen unto me a while  
i'll sing you a song that will make you smile  
Of one that is pretty, in London fair City,  
And gentlemen's humours she can beguile.   

My Parents quoth she hath left me forlorn,  
And told me how I was begot in a Barn,  
But since I am to elder years grown  
To be told of my Parents I hold it in scorn.   

I got a few clothes and to London I came,  
Where quickly my beauty did get me a name;  
I tell you the truth although you me blame,  
I now am become a Girl of the Game.   

The first that come to me he was a Footboy,  
And he gave me a Crown for to call him my joy,  
I loved him and joyed him and honeyed him so  
That it cost him an Angel before he did go.   

A Lawyer's Clerk was the next that did come,  
And made me believe that he was a Lord's Son,  
I pleased his mind when I found out his play  
That it cost him a pound before he went away.   

And many more to me did straight ways Resort,  
With Gold and with Silver my person to court,  
That Riches I gathered by using this Trade  
After forty had used me I went for a Maid.   
 heart  
 depiction of book  

WIth silks & with satting now bravely I go,  
and waiting maids on me attend, you must know  
My justico and Black-Patches I were,  
Which make all admire that on me doth stare.   

Brave Gallants I promise you doth me adore  
Not taking me to be a vampified Whore,  
They'll give me a Guinny if on them I smile,  
And two for a takeup, thus I them beguile.   

My Smock it is Cambric I tell you the truth,  
And handled by many a prodigal youth  
I have a fine spring that runeth so clear,  
That it brings me as good as two hundred a Year.   

Now I have got Treasure no longer i'll stay  
But into the Country straight I will away,  
where one of my lovers hath done me much wrong  
For in a week's time he did send me this song.   
The Gentleman's Song that he sent his Lady into the Country.  

MY Lady is grown so bonny and gay  
she's gone from the City in the country to play,  
And by her great fame, she's got such a name,  
With singing and dancing it makes her go lame.   

She played in the City almost half a year  
And yet for her wages she's never the near,  
But a Gallant did say this part you must play  
'tis thought in some corner that he did her lay.   

I steering my coast one night in the dark  
I met with a Frigate that sailed towards the Park  
She hasted up sail and away she did run  
I see her cast Anchor at the Prince in the Sun.   

I gave her a Guinny to enter her Fort  
She presently yielded to come to the sport,  
But finding me lazy strait bid me begun  
I gave her a shot, but she fired my Gun.   

And thus I was conquered and forced to retire  
For she gave me a Clap against my desire  
she makes me go straddling with swelling my eggs  
you may drive a wheel-barrow between my 2 legs.   

But now her beauty is almost decayed,  
which makes her to paint for to hold up that trade,  
with false locks & vizard masks she has great skill,  
But she's known for a whore let her go where she will,   By L.W.