THE
COURT
BALLAD
.
By
Mr.
POPE
.
To
the
Tune
of
,
To
all
you
Ladies
now
at
Land
,
&c.
I.
TO
One
Fair
Lady
out
of
Court
,
And
Two
Fair
Ladies
in
,
Who
think
the
TURK
The
Little
Turk
.
and
POPE
The
Au
thor
.
a
Sport
,
And
Wit
and
Love
no
Sin
,
Come
these
soft
Lines
with
nothing
Stiff
in
To
B—ll—ne
,
Le—p—lle
,
and
G—ff—n
.
With
a
fa
,
la
,
la
.
II
.
What
passes
in
the
Dark
Third
Row
,
And
what
behind
the
Scene
,
Coaches
and
crip'led
Chairs
I
know
,
And
Garrets
hung
with
Green
;
I
know
the
swing
of
sinful
Hack
,
Where
many
Damsels
cry
alack
.
With
a
fa
,
la
,
la
.
III
.
Then
why
to
Court
shou'd
I
Repair
,
Where's
such
ado
with
T—d
.
To
hear
each
Mortal
Stamp
and
Swear
And
ev'ry
Speech
with
Zouns
end
,
To
hear
'em
Rail
at
honest
S—d
And
rashly
Blame
the
Realm
of
Blunderland
Ireland
.
With
a
fa
,
la
,
la
.
IV
.
Alas
like
S—z
I
cannot
Pun
,
Like
C—t—n
Court
the
Germans
,
Tell
P—k—n—g
how
Slim
she's
grown
,
Like
M—d—ws
Run
to
Sermons
,
To
Court
,
Ambitious
Men
may
Roam
,
But
I
and
Marlbro'
stay
at
Home
.
With
a
fa
,
la
,
la
.
V.
In
truth
by
what
I
can
discern
,
Of
Courtiers
'twixt
you
Three
,
Some
Wit
you
have
and
more
may
Learn
,
From
Court
than
Gay
or
Me
,
Perhaps
in
time
you'll
leave
High
Diet
,
To
Sup
with
Us
on
Mirth
and
Quiet
,
With
a
fa
,
la
,
la
.
VI
.
At
Leicester-Fields
a
House
full
high
,
With
Door
all
Painted
Green
,
Where
Ribbons
Wave
upon
the
Tye
,
(
A
Milliner
I
mean
)
There
may
you
Meet
Us
Three
to
Three
,
For
Gay
can
well
make
Two
of
Me
.
With
a
fa
,
la
,
la
.
VII
.
But
shou'd
you
catch
the
Prudish
Itch
,
And
each
become
a
Coward
,
Bring
sometimes
with
you
Mistress
R—h
,
And
sometimes
Mistress
H—d
.
For
Virgins
to
keep
Chaste
must
go
Abroad
with
such
as
are
not
so
.
With
a
fa
,
la
,
la
.
VIII
.
And
thus
Fair
Maids
my
Ballad
ends
,
God
send
the
King
Safe
Landing
,
And
make
all
Honest
Ladies
Friends
,
To
Armies
that
are
Standing
,
Preserve
the
Limits
of
these
Nations
,
And
take
off
Ladies
Limitations
.
With
a
fa
,
la
,
la
.
FINIS
.