FANNY K NA P.

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H! were Thursday but come, I wou'd run to my And throw off and my gown my cap; To Abingdon go, as fpruce as a beau,

To dance with my fair Fanny Knap.

Let other men ftrole from hence to the pole,
And fearch every part of the map;
I'm fure they'll ne'er find, among woman kind,
One fo lovely as fair Fanny Knap.

Had I genius and fire, fuch as erft did infpire
The bofom of Blackmore and Trap,

Oh how! like any thing, wou'd I carrol, and fing
The praises of fair Fanny Knap.

Not gay Wilks's heart, when he tops Wildair's part,
Receives fo much joy from a clap ;

As I, cou'd gold-finches, and a man o' my inches,
Commend me to fair Fanny Knap.

Let the lot boaft his pleasure, who drinks beyond:

And fits all the day at the tap;

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He's not half fo happy, tho' drown'd in his nappy,
As I with my fair Fanny Knap.

As

As you often have fcen, a faggot when green,
In the fire boiling over with fap;

So my foolish fond heart, ferments in each part,
While inflam'd by my fair Fanny Knap.

Not a child in the town, when nurse-maid is gone,
So whimpers and cries for his pap;

As I, when away the least part of the day,
Lament for my fair Fanny Knap.

When duns at my door, at least half a score,
Succeffively ply the round rap;

I bid them away for what he can pay
Who's undone by his fair Fanny Knap?

The cobler in his hole waxes fad to the fole,
If he chance for to lofe but his ftrap;
Alas! fo I fhall lofe my end and my aul,
If at laft I lose fair Fanny Knap.

The butcher his meat, that we fweetly may cat,
From fly-blows defends with a flap;

So I'd have you to know, I'll butcher that beau,
That does fly-blow my fair Fanny Knap.

Some, inflam'd with defire, of sweet figs in the fire, Burn boldly at fam'd dragon-fuap;

More vent'rous am I, thro' the flames of her eye,

To catch at my fair Fanny Knap.

I faw t'other day, and envy'd poor Tray,

When the threw from her table a scrap;
I'll be hang'd for a rogue, if I'd not be a dog,
To be fed by my fair Fanny Knap.

Were the once fet to fale, as her charms cou'd not fail

To bring her in many a chap;

I'd defy any pow'r, lefs than Jove, and his fhow'r,
To outbid me for fair Fanny Knap.

Tho' of all things I hate, to be damnably beat,
Yet methinks I cou'd bear a good flap;

Were the bargain but this, to be heal'd with a kiss,
From the lips of my fair Fanny Knap.

Hark! officious bright fun, when this stage you have
And retire to your Thetis's lap ;

To eternity stay-we can never want day,
While enlighten'd by fair Fanny Knap.

Poor Swift, on a time, at a loss for a rhyme,

Was fupply'd by a very good hap;

Let him now by his skill, or the help of his de'el,
Find another for fair Fanny Knap.

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P. S. My mufe ran fo faft, fhe had like, in her haste,
To have left in my fonnet a gap;

Tho' I doubt not the dean, if this he had feen,
Wou'd have ftopt it for fair Fanny Knap.

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The THIEF and CORDELIER.

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Ho has e'er been at Paris, muft needs know the The fatal retreat of th' unfortunate brave, [Greve, Where honour and juftice moft oddly contribute To cafe hero's pains by a halter and gibbet,

Derry down, down, hey derry down.

There death breaks the fhackles which force had put on,
And the hangman compleats what the judge but begun :
There the 'fquire of the pad, and the knight of the poft,
Find their pains no more, balk'd, and their hopes no
more croft,
Derry down, &c.
Great claims are there made, and great fecrets are known,
And the king, and the law, and the thief, has his own:
But my hearers cry out, What a duce doft thou ail?
Cut off thy reflections, and give us thy tale,

Derry down, &c.
'Twas there, then, in civil respect to harsh laws,
And for want of falfe witness, to back a bad cause,
A Norman of late was oblig'd to repair,

And who to affift, but a grave cordelier,

Derry down, &c. The 'fquire whofe good grace was to open the scene, Seem'd not in great haste, that the shew fhou'd begin: Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart, And often took leave, but was loth to depart,

Derry down, &c.

What

What frightens you thus, my good fon? fays the priest:
You murther'd; are forry; and have been confest:
O father! my forrow will scarce fave my bacon;
For 'twas not that I murther'd, but that I was taken,
Derry down, &c.

Pho'! pr'ythee ne'er trouble thy head with such fancies,
Rely on the aid you fhall have from St. Francis:
If the money you promis'd be brought to the cheft,
You've only to die; let the church do the rest,
Derry down, &c.
And what will folks fay, if they see you afraid?
It reflects upon me, as I knew not my trade:
Courage, friend, to-day is your period of forrow;
And things will go better, believe me, to-morrow.
Derry down, &c.
To-morrow! our hero reply'd in a fright,
He that's hang'd afore noon, ought to think of to-night:
Tell your beads, quoth the priest, and be fairly trufs'd up;
For you furely to-night fhall in paradise sup,

Derry down, &c. Alas! quoth the 'fquire, how-e'er fumptuous the treat, Parblew, I fhall have little ftomach to eat:

I fhou'd therefore esteem it great favour, and grace,
Wou'd you be fo kind, as to go in my place,
Derry down, &c.
That I wou'd, quoth the father, and thank you to boot,
But our actions, you know, with our duty must fuit:
The feast, I propos'd to you, I cann't taste,
For this night, by our order, is mark'd for a fast,

Derry down, &c.

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