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Pills to Purge Melancholy. 265
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T(?# Tinker's my true love, and I am his Dear,
And I will go with him his Budget to bear ;
For of all the young Men he has the best luck,
All the Day he will Fuddle, at Night he will —
This way, that way, which way you will,
I am sure I say nothing that you can take 111.
With Hammer on Kettle he tabbers all Day,
At Night he will tumble on Strumil or Hay ;
He calls me his Jewel, his delicate Duck,
And then he will take up my Smicket to - —
This way, &c.
Tom Tinker I say was a Jolly stout Lad,
He tickled young Nancy and made her stark mad ;
To have a new Rubbers with him on the Grass,
By reason she knew that he had a good —
This way, &c.
There was an old Woman on Crutches she came,
To lusty Tom Tinker, Tom Tinker by Name ;
And tho' she was Aged near threescore and five,
She kickt up her Heels and resolved to —
This way, &c.

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