# The Humorous Exploits of Mally Dyver/The Humorous Exploits of Mally Dyver

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.
​Moſt cunningly ſhe did behave, This rich old Miſer to deceive; She ſearch'd his baggs, as I am told, Wherein ſhe found great ſtore of gold. O rare Mally Dyver!
Young Mally, with her golden prize, For London town ſtraight-way ſhe flies; Where ſhe ſet up, in Drury Lane, And call'd her houſe, The Virgin's Inn. O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
Both Lords and Knights, I do declare, For Mally's houſe they do enquire, This Queen of Harlots to embrace Tho' void of ſhame, and free of grace! O rare Mally Dyuer! &c.
An Iriſh Lord, a bruſk young ſpark, He met with Mally in the dark, Altho' his gold was very large. To him fhe gave a free diſcharge. O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
The next was a Juſtice of the Peace, He came young Mally to embrace; He thought young Mally to deceive, But cunningly ſhe did behave. O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
She ſays, Kind Sir, if you incline, I'll bring you one will pleaſe your mind; She fix'd the juſtice to the life. She ſent and brought to him bis wife! O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
​His wife ſhe in a poſſion roſe, And ſays, Husband, I'do ſuppoſe You love this place better than me, No credit to your family. O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
I did this only for to try To find out Mally's honeſty; She is an honeſt, girl I fin' As ever dwelt in Drury-Lane. O rare Mally, Dyvcr! &c.
The rich old Miſer, as I heard ſay, For London town he took his way, His ſweetheart Mally to attack, But his attempts were all too late. O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
When that young Mally Dyver found, Her old ſweetheart was come to town, She hir'd another in her place, Which prov'd the Miſer's ſad diſgrace. O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
The houſe was ſearched with all ſpeed, In which he found the ſervant maid; So ſhe to Newgate ſtraight was fent, But Mally did the ſuit prevent. O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
She hir'd a Lawyer in the town, To whom ſhe gave full fifty pound. 7o piead her cauſe before them all: How ſhe behav'd, declare I ſhall. O rare. Mally Dyver! &c.
​The day being come, ſhe muſt appear, Before the Judge, as you ſhall hear, It put the Mifer in ſurpriſe, He mardly could believe his eyes. O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
She ſays, Kind Sir, you are to blame, For ſcandalizing of my name; I never ſaw you in my life I neither am your whore nor wife. O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
The Lawyer boldly pled her cauſe, And ſaid, According to our Laws, Five pounds each hour ſhe muſt reccive, Which ſum to her he quickly gave. O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
Young Mally hearing of this thing, O'er a full bowl began to ſing! Saying, If I live to ſeventy-three, What a rich old woman I ſhall be. O rare Mally Dyver! &c.
Altho' my mother loſt her life, For cockling of an Earl's wife, Yet Mally and her ſporting maids, Good Iriſh have for Engliſh blads, O rare Mally Dyver! O rare Mally O.