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90" Songs Compleat,
But e'er a Month had gone about,
Poor Donald walked sadly :
And every yean enquir'd of him, '
What gard him leuk so badly :
A Wench, quoth he,
Gave Snuff to me,
Out of her Placket box, Sir ;
And I am sure,
She prov'd a Whore,
And given to me the Pox, Sir.
Poor Donald he being almost Dead,
Was turn'd out of the Guard, Sir ;
And never could get in again,
Although he was a Leard, Sir :
When Mars doth meet,
With Venus sweet,
And struggles to surrender ;
The Triumph's lost,
Then never trust
. A Feminine Commander.
Poor Donald he went home again,
Because he lost his Place, Sir ;
For playing of a Game at Whisk,
And turning up an Ace, Sir ;
Ye Soldiers all,
Both great and small,
A Foot-man or a Trooper ;
When you behold,
A Wench that's bold
Remember Donald Cooper.
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