The nevv made gentlevvoman or, The dishonest lady. Writen as true as she did relate how money made her every rascal's mate likewise she says she's gather'd riches store. By only playing of the private whore. And now in the country she's gone, and left me bebind [sic] to sing this song. To a new tune, or, The flatteries of fate. L. W. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06569 of text R228481 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W1795A). 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. 5 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 B06569 Wing W1795A Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[380] 99887845 ocm99887845 183506 2240885381

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06569) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183506) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[297]) The nevv made gentlevvoman or, The dishonest lady. Writen as true as she did relate how money made her every rascal's mate likewise she says she's gather'd riches store. By only playing of the private whore. And now in the country she's gone, and left me bebind [sic] to sing this song. To a new tune, or, The flatteries of fate. L. W. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). printed for F. Coles, T. Veres, J. Wright, and J. Clarke, [London : between 1674-1679] Signed: By L.W. Verse: "Come gallants and lisen unto me a while ..." Imprint suggested by Wing. Imperfect: trimmed, affecting imprint. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The nevv made gentlevvoman or, The dishonest lady. Writen as true as she did relate how money made her every rascal's mate likewise she says she's gat L. W. 1679 1 734 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 2008-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-05 Sampled and proofread 2008-05 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The new made Gentlewoman Or , The dishonest Lady . Writen as true as she did relate How Money made her every Rascal's Mate Likewise she says she 's gather'd riches store . By only playing of the private Whore . And now in the Country she 's gone , And left me behind to sing this song . To a new Tune , Or , The Flatteries of Fate .

COme Gallants and lisen unto me a while i 'll sing you a song that will make you smile Of one that is pritty , in London fair City , And Gentlemens humors she can beguile . My Parents quoth she hath left me forlorn , And told me how I was begot in a Barn , But since I am to elder years grown To be told of my Parents I hold it in scorn . I got a few Cloaths and to London I came , Where quickly my beauty did get me a name ; I tell you the truth although you me blame , I now am become a Girl of the Game . The first that come to me he was a Foot-boy , And he gave me a Crown for to call him my Ioy , I lov'd him and joy'd him and honey'd him so That it cost him an Angel before he did go . A Lawyers Clerk was the next that did come , And made me believe that he was a Lords Son , I pleased his mind when I found out his play That it cost him a pound before he went away . And many more to me did strait ways Resort , With Gold and with Silver my person to court , That Riches I gather'd by using this Trade After forty had used me I went for a Maid .

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WIth silks & with sattings now bravely I go , and waiting maids on me attend , you must know My justico and Black-Patches I were , Which make all admire that on me doth stare . Brave Gallants I promise you doth me adore Not taking me to be a vampified Whore , They 'll give me a Guinny if on them I smile , And two for a take-up , thus I them beguile . My Smock it is Cambrick I tell you the truth , And handled by many a prodigal youth I have a fine spring that runeth so clear , That it brings me as good as two hundred a Year . Now I have got Treasure no longer i 'll stay But into the Country strait I will away , where one of my lovers hath done me much wrong For in a weeks time he did send me this song .

The Gentleman's Song that he sent his Lady into the Country .

MY Lady is grown so bonny and gay she 's gone from the City in the country to play , And by her great fame , she 's got such a name , With singing and dancing it makes her go lame . She plaid in the City almost half a year And yet for her wages she's never the near , But a Gallant did say this part you must play T is thought in some corner that he did her lay . I steering my coast one night in the dark I met with a Frigot that sail'd towards the Park She haisted up sail and away she did run I sée her cast Anchor at the Prince in the Sun . I gave her a Guinny to enter her Fort She presently yielded to come to the sport , But finding me lasie strait bid me begone I gave her a shot , but she fir'd my Gun . And thus I was conquer'd and forc't to retire For she gave me a Clap against my desire she makes me go stradling with swelling my eggs you may drive a wheel-barrow betwéen my 2 legs . But now her beauty is almost decayd , which makes her to paint for to hold up that trade , with false locks & vizard masks she has great skil , But she 's known for a whore let her go where she will , By L.W.