_Since Ruin and Destruction is her Trade._

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CHAP. V.

_How an _Irish-Footman_ was drawn into a Bawdy-House and what
followed._

It happen'd not long since that a _Dear Joy_ for his Dexterity in running,
was entertain'd into the Service of an English-Gentleman, who had put him
into a good new Livery; and his Master having occasion to send him for a
pair of Shooes he had bespoke, gave him five Shillings to pay for them;
which a Bawd happening to see, and over-hear, thought presently she might
bring in _Teague_ for a Customer; and therefore as soon as he had parted
with his Master, she catches hold of him, as he came by her door & told him
that a Countrey-man of his was within, and had a great Mind to drink one
Pot of Ale with him; _A Country Mons of mine_, says the Shamrogshire Nimble
Heels! _Now Pox tauk you but me tank you for your Loof, and be me Shoul, so
mush baust as I been, I shall mauk Drink upon my Country-Mons; for fait and
trot now dear Joy, Eirish Mons never been base_; and so in a doors he
comes; and the Bawd has him into a Room presently, and tells him she'll go
call his Country-man; but instead of his Country-man, sends in a Whore to
him; who at her coming, thus accosted him, Country-man I am very glad to
see you; I have got a Pot of Ale at your Service for St. _Patrick_'s sake;
and the old Bawd having brought in a Pot, the Wench takes it up, Here, says
she, here's a good health to St. _Patrick_: _Wid all mine heart_, said the
Teague-Lander, _& Pox tauk me as I no mauk Pledge upon him_; and thereupon
pledg'd her, & drank a good draught; and then the Jade beginning to be
sweet upon him, he was so well pleas'd, that he forgot his Errant; and fell