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Up to the Rigs 
Up to the Rigs 
Up London City I took my way It was up Cheapside I chanced to stray When a fair pretty girl there I did meet And with kisses her then I did greet 
cho: For I was up to the rigs, 
Down to the jigs 
Up to the rigs of London Town 
She took me to some house of fame (sin?) And boldly did she enter in Loudly for supper she did call Thinking I was going to pay for it all. 
The supper o'er, the table cleared She called me her jewel and then her dear The waiter brought white wine and red While the chambermaid prepared the bed 
Between the hours of one and two She asked me if to bed I'd go Immediately I did consent And along with this prettty girl I went. 
Her cheeks was white and her lips was red And I kissed her as she laid in bed But soon as I founs she was fast asleep Out of the bed then I did creep. 
I searched her pockets and there I found A silver snuffbox and ten pound A gold watch and a diamond ring I took the lot and locked me lady in. 
Now all young men wherever you be If you meet a pretty girl you use her free You use her free but don't get pied (drunk) But remember me when I was up Cheapside. 
note: a similar role-reversal appears in Ratcliff Highway apr00