A New Touch on the Times.
COME all you bold Britons, I pray,
and liſtena while to my ſong:
Tis concerning the Pride and ambition
that's now carry'd on in each town.
For pride it's akin to the devil,
yon very well know this is true,
And if that the times they don't alter,
what will old Scotland come to?
Right fal de dal &c.
If they go to a ball of a play,
is to learn ſome new faſhions and pride,
And as ſoon as home they return,
the ſame they will quickly provide.
Miſs Katy ſhe ſays to her mamie,
a new-faſhion'd gown I muſt have,
Wi a ſtraw bonnet decked out with ribbons
to make me gallant and brave.
Right fal de dal, &c.
Three ladies were walking together,
one evening, for to take the air
They made such a comical figure,
as cauſ'd many people to ſtare;
For the one had a face like a monkey
the other a head like a bull:
And the third had a carroty knob,
but never a cap on her ſkull
Right fal de dal, &c.
O the next was a farmer's young daughter,
her hair was as red as a fox
She ſent for a barber to ſhave her,
and cut off her carroty locks:
So when that the barber had ſhav'd her,
and put on her new-faſhion'd wig,
She was ſuch a comical figure,
ſhe frighten'd a ſow and nine pigs.
Right fal de dal, &c.
Now, all young men of this town,
I'd verily have you take care
of thoſe girls that trip up and down
with their wigs & their nice curled hair:
With an umbrella in their hand,
If it rains, for to cover their gown:
You would take them for Ladies of fortune,
altho they are gilts of the town.
Right fal de dal, &c.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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