There's _Joan_, and _Betty_, and _Nelly_, And the rest of the Female Crew; Each has an Itch in her Belly, To play with the Scarlet hue: And _Marg'ret_ too must be peeping, _To see the Troopers_, &c. The Landladys are preparing, Her Maids are shifting their Smocks; Each swears she'll buy her a Fairing, And opens her _Christmas-box_: She'll give it all to the Red-coats, _When as the Troopers_, &c. _Jenny_ she lov'd a Trooper, And she shew'd her all her Gear; _Doll_ has turn'd off the Cooper, And now for a Grenadier: His hand Grenadoes they will please her, _When as the Troopers_, &c. Old musty Maids that have Money, Although no Teeth in their Heads; May have a Bit for their Bunny, To pleasure them in their Beds: Their Hearts will turn to the Red-coats, _When as the Troopers_, &c. The Widdows now are a Singing, And have thrown their Peaks aside; For they have been us'd to stinging, When their Garters were unty'd: But the Red-coats they will tye 'em, _When as the Troopers_, &c. Wives and Widdows and Maidens, I'm sure this News will please ye; If any with Maiden-heads laden, The Red-coats they will ease ye: Then all prepare to be happy, _To see the Troopers all come Home_, &c. _A_ SONG. _Tune of_ Old Boree. Come _CÊlia_ come, let's sit and talk a while, About the Affairs of Loving: Let a mutual Kiss our Cares and Fears beguile, Far distant from this Grove: Let's pass our Time in Mirth away, Now we're remov'd from the noisy, noisy Court, Now we're got out of the stormy Sea, Into the safer Port. _A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ Damascene. [Music] Who can _Dorinda's_ Beauty view, And not her Captive be; _Apollo_, _Daphne_ did pursue, Embraced the Maid, though chang'd to a Tree: If God's could love at such a rate, Poor Mortals must adore: _Dorinda's_ Merit is as great; 'Tis just, 'tis just to love her more. _A_ HYMN _upon the Execution of two_ CRIMINALS, _by Mr._ RAMONDON. [Music] All you that must take a leap in the Dark, Pity the Fate of _Lawson_ and _Clark_; Cheated by Hope, by Mercy amus'd, Betray'd by the sinful ways we us'd: Cropp'd in our Prime of Strength and Youth, Who can but weep at so sad a Truth; _Cropp'd in our Prime_, &c. Once we thought 'twould never be Night, But now alass 'twill never be light; Heavenly mercy shine on our Souls, Death draws near, hark, _Sepulchres_ Bell Toles: Nature is stronger in Youth than in Age, Grant us thy Spirit Lord Grief to assuage: Courses of Evil brought us to this, Sinful Pleasure, deceitful Bliss: We ne'er shou'd have cause so much to repent, Could we with our Callings have been but Content: The Snares of Wine and Women fair, First were the cause that we now Despair.