THE
INTRIGUES of MALLY DYVER.
NOW Jeany Dyver ſhe is dead,
Her daughter Mally doth ſucceed;
Her name in London's known full well,
But who's her father none can tell.
O rare Mally Dyver!
O rare Mally O!
Young Mally's beautiful and fair,
With roſy cheeks, and coal-black hair;
A handſome ſhape, and rolling eye
Young men take care ſhe's wond'rous fly.
O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
Mall being a maid of noted fame,
To Briſtol city briſkly came;
One day ſhe went to take the air,
How ſhe behav'd you ſoon ſhall hear.
O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
A rich old Miſer near the 'Change,
He was inflam'd with Mally's charms,
Altho' his age was ſeventy-three,
He dearly lov'd her company.
O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
A coach-and fix he did prepare,
His ſweetheart Mally for to air;
A watch, twizers, and golden rings,
Wish many other coſtly things.
O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
