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‹‹‹ prev (275) Page 263Page 263In Paul's church-yard in London

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264 Songs Compleat,
For when this well-truss'd Trouncer,
Into the School doth enter ;
With his Napkin at his Nose,
And his Orange stuft with Cloves,
On any Arse he'll venture.
Still doth, &c.
A Frenchman void of English,
Enquiring for Paul's Steeple ;
His Pardon amoy
He counted a Toy,
For he whipt him before all People.
Still doth, &c.
A Welchman once was whipt there,
Until he did Beshit him ;
His Cuds-pluter-a-nail,
Could not prevail,
For he whipt the Cambro-Britam*
Still doth, &c.
A Captain of the Train'd-Band,
Sirnam'd Cornelius Wallis ;
He whipt him so sore,
Both behind and before,
He notcht his Arse with Tallies.
Still doth, &c.
For a piece of Beef and Turnip,
Neglected with a Cabbage,
He took up the Main Pillion
Of his bouncing Maid Gillian,
And sows'd her like a Baggage.
Still doth, &c.
A Porter came in rudely,
And disturb'd the humming Concord ;
He took up his Frock,
And paid his Nock,
And sows'd him with his own Cord,
Still doth he cry, &c.

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