In Flow'r-de-Luce-Court he of late,
Met with a Female, who in state
Was trudging to her proper home,
Not dreaming ought of Whipping Tom,
But he did her so vilely use,
That to lament she could not chuse,
Then females, &c.
The Gray-pease woman's dragl'd Tail,
He with such fury did assail,
That up her heels flew▪ and her Tub,
Did down Ram-Alley ••vement rub••▪
And though she offer'd him her ware,
Yet Tom would not her Crupper spare:
Then Females, &c.
And in Red-Lyon Court again,
He did take up a Female train;
And fell as barbarously to work,
As any wicked Iew or Turk:
Two Cracks by Fleet-Ditch felt his rage,
Which all their Prayer could not asswage
Then Females, &c.
He makes the Bawds both swear & curse,
Because their trade does still grow worse
For why their Scout now dares not roam
For fear that Tom should claw their Bum;
He in such awe keeps Whetstones-Park,
That not a Doe will stir when dark▪
Then Females, &c.
Jane, Cate, nor Ciss, now dare not meet
Their Sweet-hearts, as they us'd ith street
For fear that Whipping-Tom shou'd find,
VVhat they oft carry half behind:
And his misusage spoil the sport,
For which kind Ralph does daily Court;
Then Females, &c.
No sooner Tom did hear the nose,
Of her that Hot bak'd VVardens crys;
But towards her with speed he makes,
And up her Linnen strait he takes:
Then on her dirty Buttocks lay'd,
And them of Scarlet colour made:
Then Females, &c.
Though arm'd some go, yet 'tis in vain,
For Whipping-Tom does fear no pain;
For arm'd he goes, as some do tell,
VVho whilst he whip'd them did it feel:
One in White-Fryers late he got,
And though she strove, he pay'd her Scut:
Then Females, &c.
Some says he does it in pure love,
To such whose wives are us'd to rove;
And that since last he came about,
Few City Dames dare not stir out:
The which if true, will save much Coin,
VVhich otherwise they'd spend in vain,
Then Females, &c.
And now the Female Clubs go down,
VVhich frequent were about that Town;
For fear that Whipping-Tom shou'd meet
Them as they ramble in the Street;
And each does seek to save her Bum,
From the fierce rage of Whipping-Tom:
Then females 'ware how late you stray,
Lest VVhipping-Tom your Buttocks pay.