A farewell to Graves-end.  

Where Noble Seamen spend their coin,  
Why should they be abused:  
Then let them stay from thence away,  
where they are strangely used.   
Tune of, Hey Boys up go we.  
 

THe wanton Girls of Graves-end Town  
have now quiter lost my heart;  
Maintained by the Seamen brave,  
but ne're will take their part:  
They're foolish, I and simplo too,  
yea, pampered also,  
I'll nothing have with them to do,  
for a trick that I do know.   

The first that ever came to town,  
she was right Pintle bread,  
A Girl that true and constant is,  
to please men in the Bed:  
While you have Gold and Silver store,  
she'l any whether go,  
But now I will trust her no more,  
for a trick that I do know.   

There is a bonny handsome Girl,  
that Lives beneath the Sun,  
A wench thats kind and willing too,  
and ready for a run:  
She'l walk with you from place to place,  
where e're you please to go,  
She'l kiss and play, both night and day;  
for a trick, &c.   
 

Another Girl there is also,  
as Fierce as any Dragon,  
She kindness will unto you show,  
if you call for your flagon:  
And when your money doth fall short,  
she'l say 'tis time to go,  
And there you must no longer sport,  
for a trick, &c.   

Over the way, I dare to say,  
if you do think it fit,  
There you may have a Girl most brave,  
has neither fear nor wit:  
From ten pound to a shilling, she  
will stoop, though 'tis too low  
Her Love I will no longer be,  
for a trick, &c.   

There is another Vaulting School,  
that is within the Town,  
Of any man they'l make a fool,  
when drink gets in his Crown:  
But now I think, by Loving Chink,  
the Sign is pulled full Low,  
Then have a care, and come not there,  
for a trick, &c.   

Another house is in the Town,  
that I shall ne'er forget;  
There Fortune once on me did frown,  
I lost both coin and wit:  
My head was brought down to the ground,  
methought exceeding low,  
But I'll come there no more, I swear,  
for a trick, &c.   

There's more that live in Graves-end town,  
that here I will not name,  
To their disgrace it would redound,  
and be much to their shane:  
About Koa they most do dwell,  
I am informed so,  
I'll ne'er come there, into their Snare,  
for a trick, &c.   

Neptunes brave Boys now look about,  
that venture lives for money,  
And why should you that are so stout,  
thus dote upon a coney:  
When tis too late you may repent,  
and some have found it so,  
Gravesend ne'er will your Pockets fill,  
for a trick, &c.   

He that is wise, let him despise,  
such wenches as are there,  
And you that had your pockets picked,  
I hope will have a care:  
And come no more, upon that Shore,  
where you were served so,  
Be your own friend, and leave Graves-end,  
for a trick that I do know.   
FINIS.   

Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guilt-spur street, without Newgate.