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Invite 'em to my Vaulting School, The Saints for freedom tell; How they may live without Controul, With me at Camberwell. There all Provision shall be made To entertain the best, Old Mother Creswel of our Trade, For to rub down our Guests; Three hundred of the briskest Dames, In Park or Field e're fell: Whose Amorous Eyes shall charm the flames O'th' Saints at Camberwell.
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