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42 Songs Compleat,
At last Cutzooks, he made such sport I laugh'd aloud,
The Rogue, being fluster'd,
He flung me a Custard,
Amidst the Croud :
The Volk veil a laughing at me ; then the Vezen zaid,
Bezure Ralph, give it to Doll the Dairy-maid.
I ztvallowed the affront, but staid no longer there ;
I thrust and I scrambled,
Till further I rambled,
into the Fair.
Where Trumpets and Bagpipes, Kettle-drums, Fidlers,
were all at work,
And the Cook zung, Here's your delicate Pig and Pork.
I look'd around, to see the Wonders of the Vair,
Where Lads and Lasses,
With Pudding-bag arses,
Zo nimble were ;
Heels over head, as round as a wheel they turn'd
about,
Old Nick zure, was in their breeches without doubt
Most woundy//<?<zrV, I up and down the Vair did range,
To zee the vine Varies,
Play all their Vagaries,
I vow 'twas strange.
I ask'd them aloud, What Country little Volk they were ?
A cross brat answer'd me, Che were Cuckold-shire.
I thrust and shov'd along as well as e'er I could,
At last did I grovel,
Into a dark Hovel,
Where Drink was sold;
They brought me Cans, which cost a penny apiece,
adsheart,
I'm zure twelve nier coiddfill a Country-quart.
Che went to draw her Purse, to pay them for their beer,
The Devil a Penny,
Was left of my Money,
Che'll vow and zwear :
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