The lamentation of the fruit wives over their bicker, on the news of raising the price of their liquor. In a drunken dialogue betwixt Nanny Whitie, and Lucky Robertson.
[Edinburgh,
1725?]
"Possibly occasioned by the troubles over the malt tax in 1725" (Foxon).
Verse - "Whitie what gars ye hing your lips,".
ESTC
Foxon