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The Spouting Bumpkin,
Tze a neat little knack got at spouting,
A bit of a mimickry elf,
My skill to take off, those who doubt it,
May soon see me take off myself.
Any part you can axe me to do
I'll act it, my spirits ne'er dompt are,
I always, you'll find, knows my cue,
And, dang it, without e'er a prompter. „
With my tol de rol, See.
To be sure, prompt by one thing or t'other^
The world acts a sort of a play ;
One's prompted to fight, while, all pother,
Another, so prompt, runs away.
Your cut-throats of Gaul, in a mass,
Are prompted by plunder and evil ;
By madness, each invading ass,
And their leader be prompt by the devil.
Spoken.] — And the devil take him, I say, and all his
dora'd crew.
With their tol de rol, &c.
They still bluster and threaten evasion —
I wish they'd at once take their fling,
They'd find, there's not one in the nation •
But is prompted to die for his King.

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