Lamentable new verses called, The rich heiresses downfal, or, Sir John Johnsons farewell; being a true relation how she was drawn in to do that wicked thing, and how her guardian had designed her for her own son, who now refuses her ; with what happened thereupon. As likewise a short prayer for the unfortunate young lady.

Lamentable New Verses Called , The Rich Heiresses Downfal , Sir John Johnsons Farewel ; Being a true Relation how She was drawn in to do that wicked thing , and how her Guardian had designed her for her own Son , who now refuses her ; With what happened thereupon . As likewise a short Prayer for the unfortunate young Lady . ALl Christians that have Ears to Hear , And Hearts inclin'd to Pitty ; Some of you all , bestow a Tear , Upon my mournful Ditty . In Queen-Street did an Heiress live , Whose downfal when I sing , T will make the very stones to grieve : God prosper long our King . For Her a Scotish Knight did die , Was ever the like seen , I shame to say , where , how , or why ; And so God Save the QUEEN . To tell the truth she swore a Rape , But God knows who was wrong'd , For he that did it , did Escape , and he did not , was Hang'd . She Swore another thing besides , Which was indeed a Vice , That Cambel when she was his Bride , Did trouble her but thrice . The Fourth time he could do no good , Tho' she was of 't commanding , And strove t'oblige him all she could , He fell down Notwithstanding . The Devil him sure an ill turn meant , I pity his mishap , For that which else , had been consent , By her was made a Rape . T was this the Young Girls Choller mov'd ; for the next Morn she swore , E're she 'd be a wife but three times lov'd , she 'd rather be his whore . Parents take warning by his fall , When Maids are in their Teens , To marry 'em strait , or they will all , Know what the Business means . For Girls like Nutts ( excuse my Rhyme ) At bottom growing brown , If you don't gather them betimes , Will of themselves fall down . But dont you Pity now her case , Was forc'd to send for Surgeon , To shew the man the very place , Where once she was a Virgin . For now what fool that is not mad , Will marry this same Girle , That might have been wife to a Lad , Was Brother to an Earl . The wretched Soul were better dead , Now none with her will match , Unless her Guardian would her Wed , To Doctor O — , or Katch . For tho' she meant her Eldest Son , Shou'd Wed her for her means , And pass't an Act to have it done , Yet he forbids the Banes . The Col. has a Noble Soul , That scornes a thought so poor , As when he knows her Steed is stole , To shut the Stable door . Mother , quoth he , I understand , The nature of these matters , Who now will Angle in her Pond , Must fish in troubled waters . Have I in Ireland gotten Fame , By following Honours trumpet , And think you that I 'll stain my name , For any Scotchman's Strumpet . No I 'm a man of Warlike Scarlet , And cannot be content To marry one that is a Harlot , By Act of Parliament . Why then quo ' she , Ah! Son I 'm lost , I fear you 'l live to see 't ; I shall be in a Blanket toss'd , I' th' middle of Queen-Street . The Mob already dayly come , And Thundring at my Door , Much Lowder then the Noise of Drum , They cry out , a Whore a Whore . When Johnson was to Tyburn Coach'd , I would not then be heard on , For fear I might ha● been debauch'd , To a got the poor mans pardon . But had I known that 'gainst my choise , You would be thus Haranguing , I would ha' took his Hundred pound , And sav d the Knight from Hanging . She still persisted , he deny'd , She wept , and still he swore , He scorned her Heiress for his bride , The reasons you 'd before . Beside 't was she who Hang'd the Knight , Trapt by her impious snares , But Heaven , I hope , will do her right , According to my Prayers . MAy she so Whore , that of her pelf , By some damn'd Regues she 's sham'd , And then for grief go hang her self , And so in fire be d — d , Her carkass like to Jezabels , May Dogs i' th field devour , One Hell 's to little for her Ill's , I need not say no more . God bless K. William and Q. Mary , And Plenty , and Peace advance , And Hang up those wish the contrary , And then a Fig for France .