The PREVAILING FASHIONS.
Good people all I pray draw near,
in country and in town Sir;
The pride is got to such a pitch,
the world's turn'd upside down Sir:
They are contriving every day
their pretty shapes to spoil Sir
Since short waisted gowns they all do wear,
their lump-backs for to hide Sir.
Chor. So Ladies of the fashion now,
adhere onto my censures,
I have short waisted gowns to sell,
and very pretty spencers.
The servant girls they imitate
the pride in every piece Sir,
And if they wear a flow'red gown,
they’ll have it made short waist Sir,
They'd have it rumped all behind,
it hangs just like a wallet
With a scull-cap on their head,
just like a Scotchmans bonnnet
It was in London yon shall hear,
upon a certain day Sir,
A lady she was dreised up,
was going to the play Sir.
The blust'ring winds did blow so hard,
blew off her cap and wig Sir,
With muff and tippet round her neck,
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