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The fam'd Young Boufler.
I’M twenty Weeks married, and nothing but Grief,
I’m twenty Weeks married and finds no Relief,
I'm twenty Weeks married but yet am a Maid,
I'm ruin'd, I'm ruin'd, I'm ruin'd, ſhe ſaid.
I long to do as my Neighbours has done,
To have a fine Daughter, or a beautiful Son:
I long for to call up my Goſſipping Crew,
I'm ruin'd, I'm ruin'd, Oh, what ſhall I do!
There's Boufler in the Morning, and Boufler in Night,
And Boufler is all the young Ladies Delight;
The Ladies of Honour they'll give double Fees,
For Boufler to play between their two Knees.
My Boufler he is a bonny brisk Lad,
He cures the Green-ſickneſs though never ſo bad;
He cures the Green-ſickneſs, and other Diſeaſe,
Both Palſy and Gout, and old wrinkled Face.
If I had a Hundred bright Guineas in Gold,
And as many more as my Apron would hold,
I would give them all, and my Jewels too,
If that I could know what Boufler could do.
A young Man ſtood by and heard her ſad Grief,
I think in my Heart, I could give you Relief;
He pull'd up her Petticoats, and her Smock too,
Says he, now I'll ſhew you what Boufler can do.
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