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The hat I have on,
So greafy is grown,
Remarkable 'tis for its fhining;
Tis ftitch'd all about,
Without button or lopp,
And never a bit of a lining.
The coat I have on,
So thread -bare is grown,
So oiit at the armpits and elbows,
That I Look as abfurd
As a fail or on board,
That has ly'n fifteen months in the bi
My fhirt it is tore
Both behind and before,^
The colour is much like a cinder;
'Tis fo thin and fo fine,
That it is my de-fign
My blue fuftian breeches
Is wore to the ftitches,
My legs you may fee whats between them;
My pockets all' four,
I'm the fori of a whore.
If there's ever one farthing within them.
I have ftockirigs, 'tis true,
But the devil a fhoe,
I m oblig'd to wear boots in aUvvtatheir,
Be damn'd the boot foal,
Cdrfe on the fpur-roll,
boes.Confounded be the upper- leather.
Had ye then but feen
The fad pligl i ! v% ; ,s in,
Veil not feen fu( h a poet a
I have ccthing that's full,
But u\ fhirt and my fkult,
poet ambngft tvu'
To prefent it to the mules for tinder. For my pockets and belli, are empty.