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she look'd like a hairy pig
Those low keel’d slippers they do wear,
their gouty legs to shew Sir ;
Their petticoats are fringed round,
they cut a tempting show Sir :
And when their bosoms you do view,
the truth I do declare, O,
A modesty they all must have,
if ne’er a smock they wear, O.
The farmers’ daughters every where,
the truth I do lay down Sir.
They dress as grand I do declare,
as Ladies of renown Sir,
A cap and feather they must have,
and mask all o’er their faces,
Let's hope their pride it will come down
to linsey woolsey dresses,
ROBIN A'BOON
My name is Robin A’boon,
my age is twenty and four,
I married last midsummer morn,
for the sake of a plentiful ⟨store⟩:
My wife she's decreppet and old,
and scarce has an eye for to see.
But I know she had plenty of gold,
or the d---l should have had her for me
Though I be young, randy and (illegible text),
and Dolly my ⟨comical⟩ bride,
Her locks are as grey at a rat,
and her nose is staud all on one side :
⟨I⟩ stroak'd her old cheeks with my hand,
in few words we soon did agree,
