Oyster Nan

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Oyster Nan 

Text and Tune: Pills to Purge Melancholy.

As oyster nan stood by her tub,
To show her vicious inclination;
She gone her noblest parts a scrub,
And sigh'd for want of copulation
A vintner of no little fame,
Who excellent red and white can sell ye,
Beheld the little dirty dame,
As she stood scratching of her belly.
Come in, says he, you silly slut,
'Tis now a rare convenient minute;
I'll lay the itching of your scut,
except some greedy devil be in it:
With that the flat-capt fusby smil'd,
And would have blush'd, but that she cou'd not;
Alas says she, we're soon beguil'd,
By men to do those things we shou'd not.

From door they went behind the bar,
As it's by common fame reported;
And there upon a turkey chair,
Unseen the loving couple sported:
Bet being call'd by company,
As he was taking pains to please her;
I'm coming, coming sir, says he,
My dear, and so am I, says she, sir,

Her mole hill belly swell'd about,
Into a mountain quickly after;
And when the pretty mouse crept out,
The creature caus'd a mighty laughter;
And now she has learnt the pleasing game,
Altho' much pain and shame it cost her;
She daily ventures at the same,
And shuts end opens like an oyster.


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