Watten towns-end, or, A nosegay of pleasure which grew in the garden of Venus tune is Watten towns end, or lame leg next the wall. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A65320 of text R186314 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W1153). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A65320 Wing W1153 ESTC R186314 09091835 ocm 09091835 42423 2248503277

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. A65320) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 42423) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1297:19) Watten towns-end, or, A nosegay of pleasure which grew in the garden of Venus tune is Watten towns end, or lame leg next the wall. 1 broadside : ill. Printed for P. Brooksby, [London] : [ca. 1685] Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng Songs, English. eebo Watten Towns-end; or, a nosegay of pleasure, which grew in the garden of Venus. Tune is, Watten Towns end; or, Lame leg next the wall. [no entry] 1670 2 440 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-03 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2009-12 Sampled and proofread 2009-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
WATTEN Towns-end ; Or , A Nosegay of Pleasure , Which grew in the Garden of VENUS . Tune is , Watten Towns end ; Or , Lame Leg next the Wall ,

AS I come up by Arpendeen and straight to Watten Town , And there I met a prety wench , that look'd like Lay me down ; At Watten Towns end , at Watten Towns end At every Door , there stands a Whore , at Watten Towns end . The Frigat's Name was Thunder-Bolt , her Sails were all of Silk ; Her Cacklen was of Silver twist , her Colour like the Milk . At Watten Towns end , &c. Her Planks were all of Ivory , her Bottom beaten-Gold : Her Deck was Alablaster pure , she looked brisk and bold . At Watten Towns end , at Watten towns end At every Door , there stands a Whore , at Watten Towns end .

HEr Head was guilded o're and o're , her Wanton Flag did flye : And I was mad to be on Board , so much a Fool was I At Watten towns end , at Watten towns end At every Door , there stands a Whore , at Watten towns end . She seem'd a stately Pleasure-Boat , with tempting good attire : But little knew that ( under Deck ) her Gun-Room was in Fire . At Watten towns end . I lodg'd with her , I laid her down , I slept with her all night : I supp'd upon a Coney-Fatt , whose Gravey was delight At Watten towns end , &c. She gave to me a Syrrup sweet , was in her Placket-Box ; But e're three Minutes went about , it proved the French-POX . At Watten towns end , &c. This Fire-Ship she did blow me up , as my Effigies shows , And all may read upon my Face The loss of Teeth and Nose , At Watten towns end , &c. Now as I walk along the streets , they gaze upon my face , And every one that looks at me , salutes me with disgrace At Watten towns end , &c. By me beware then Gentlemen , From King in Country Clown , And when you see a pretty Wench , Remember Lay me down . At Watten towns end , at Watten towns end , At every door , there stands a Whore , at Watten towns end . FINIS .

Printed for P. Brooksby , at all Golden Ball in Pye-Corner .