The Miss of Courtly mould,
Adorn'd with Pearl and Gold;
With washes and Paint,
Her Skin does so taint,
She's wither'd before she's Old:
Whilst she in Commode,
Puts on a Cart load,
And with Cushions plumps her tail;
What Joys are found,
In Russet Gown,
Young, plump and round,
And sweet and sound,
That carry the Milking Pail.
The Girls of Venus Game,
That ventures Health and Fame;
In practising feats,
With Colds and with Heats,
Make lovers grow Blind and Lame:
If Men were so Wise,
To value the prise,
Of the Wares most fit for Sale;
What store of Beaus,
Would daub their Cloaths
To save a Nose,
By following those,
That carry the Milking Pail.
The Country Lad is free,
From fears and Jealousie;
When upon the Green,
He is often seen,
With his Lass upon his Knee;
With Kisses most sweet,
He does her greet,
And swears she'll ne'er grow stale;
Whilst the London Lass,
In e'ery place,
With her brazen Face,
Despises the grace,
Of those with the Milking Pail.
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