Gosport tragedy/A New Touch on the Times

A New Touch on the Times.

COME all you bold Britons I pray,
and liſten a while to my ſong;
'Tis concerning the Pride and ambition
that's now carry d on in each town.
For pride it s a kin to the devil,
you very well know this is true,
And if that the times you don t alter,
what will old Scotland come to?
Right fal de dal, &c.

If they go to ball or a play,
'tis to learn ſome new faſhions and pride,
And as ſoon as home they return
the ſame they will quickly provoide.
Miſs Katty ſhe ſays to her mamie,
a new-faſhon'd gown I muſt have
Wi' a ſtraw bonnet deck'd with ribbons,
to make me gallant and brave.
Right fal de dal, &c.

Three ladies were walking together,
one evening, to take the air,
They made ſuch a comical figure,
as cauſ'd many people to ſtare;
For the one had a face like a mounkey,
the other a head like a bull;
And the bird had a carroty knop
but never a cap on her ſoull.
Right fall de dal, &c.

O the next was a farmer's young daughter,
her hair was as red as a fox
She ſent for a barber to ſhave her,
and cut off her carroty locks:
So when that the barber had ſhav'd her,
and put on her new-faſhion'd wig,
She was ſuch a comical figure,
ſhe frighten'd a ſow and nine pigs
Right fal do dal, &c.

Now all young men of this town
I'd verily have you take care
Of thoſe girls that trip up and down,
with there wigs & their nice curl'd hair:
With an umbrella in their hand,
if it rains, for to cover their gown:
You would take them for Ladies of fortune,
altho' they are gits of the town
Right fal de dal, &c