Roger of Coverly; or, Monsieur come if ye dare

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Whoſe ſimple thoughts devoid of art,
All for the natives of her heart,
A gentle train from ſalſehood free,
Be ſuch the maid that's made for me.

Avaunt ye light coquets, retire,
Where flatt'ring fops around admire,
Unmov'd, your tinſel-charms I ſee,
More genuine beauties are for me.

A DESCRIPTION OF A FAIR.

'T WAS on the morning of the Fair,
As I thither did repair,
Carts and coaches did arrive,
And on the road were all alive;
Tag, rag, and bobtail there I ſee,
Both old and young were full of glee :
The gentry in their coaches were,
To ſee the humours of the Fair.

Cries Jacky, Betty, Tommy too.
To the Fair let's go, pray Daddy do,
To pleaſe the Children is Mammy's pride,
In the pleaſure-cart they all muſt ride ;
The Mam, the Dad, and Children too,
With old Granny to the Fair muſt go ;
The cart was rotten I do declare,
And down it broke juſt by the Fair.

As chance would have it, no one's hurt,
But towzl'd and tumbl'd in the dirt,
No accident I found was done,
I laugh'd outright to ſee the fun: