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The bargain was presently struck,
they' wedded—and this being done,
The old woman wished them good luck,
being proud of her Daughter and Son.
Then, Hey for a Girl or a Boy;
young Peg look'd as big as a Duchess,
The Old Woman caper'd for joy,
and danc’d up a jig in her crutches.
THE BIRD. A NEW SONG.
The bird that hears her nestling long,
and flies abroad for food,
Returns impatient through the sky,
to nurse her hallow breed.
The tender mother knows no joy,
but bodes a thousand hams,
And sickens for her darling boy,
while absent from her arms.
Such fondness with impatience joined,
my faithful bosom fire,
Nor forc’d to leave my fair behind,
The Queen of my desire.
