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Pleasant and Diver live. 141
Her Hair being gone, she seem'd like a Hag,
Her bald-pate did look like an Ostrich's Egg,
This Lady (thought I) is as right as my Leg,
She hath been too much at Tan-tivee.
The more I did peep, the more I did spy,
Which did unto amazement drive me ;
She put up her Finger, and out dropt her Eye,
I pray'd that some Power would relieve me :
But now my resolves was never to trouble her,
Or venture my Carcase with such a blind Hobler,
She look'd with One Eye, just like Hewson the Cobler,
When he us' a 7 to Ride Tan-tivee.
I peep'd, and was still more perplexed therewith,
Thought I, tho't be Midnight I'll leave thee ;
She fetch'd a yawn, and out fell her Teeth,
This Quean had intents to deceive me :
She drew out her Handkerchief as I suppose,
To wipe her high Fore-head, off dropt her Nose,
Which made me run quickly and put on my Hose,
The Devil is in my Tan-tivee.
She washt all the Paint from her Visage, and then
She look'd just (if you will believe me)
Like a Lancashire Witch of Four score and Ten,
And as the Devil did drive me :
I put on my Cloaths, and cry'd Witches and Whores,
I tumbl'd down Stairs, broke open the Doors,
And down to my Country again to my Boors,
Next Morning I rid Tan-tivee.
You iW//£-Country Gallants that live pleasant Lives,
Let not Curiosity drive ye ;
To leave the fresh Air, and your own Tenants Wives,
For Sattin will sadly deceive you :
For my part I will no more be such a Meacock,
To deal with the plumes of a Hide-Park Peacock,
But find out a Russet-coat Wench and a Hay-cock,
And there I will ride Tan-tivee,
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