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| I never ſaw a Face till now
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| Beneath the ſhady Willow lay
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| A Cloud of Vapours, Clouds and Smoak
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| Chill tell thee Tom the ſtrangeſt Story
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| Canſt tell me Ceres what curſt Fate
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| As May in all her Youthful dreſs
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| When the Kine had given a Pail-ful
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| Our Oates laſt week not worth a Groat
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| Good people of England I hope you have had
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| Bold Titus he walkt about Weſtminster-Hall
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| Pray liſten well while I deſcribe
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| Come Murdring Miles wheres your Sedan
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| Room, room for Cavaliers bring us more Wine
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| James our great Monarch is Crown’d with all Glory
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| Adiew to my Title of Saviour o’th Nation
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| My bony dear Shony, my Creny, my Hony
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| Did you not hear of a Peer that was Try’d
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| There was a Doctor of antient Fame
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| Twa Bony Lads were Sawny and Jockey
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| When the Plot I firſt Invented, &c.
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| You London Lads Rejoce and caſt away your Care
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| Tell me Jenny, tell me roundly
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| Hold faſt thy Crown and Scepter James
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| O Poland Monſter of our Iſle, &c.
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| Come cut again, the Games not done
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| This is like ſome Utopian Game
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| Joy to great Cæſar, long, Life, Love, &c.
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| Remember ye Whigs what was formerly done
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| Ods hearty Wounds Iſe not to plowing, not I Sir
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| Now, now by my Love the greateſt Oath that is
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| Down, down Diſcoverers, &c.
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| Mow Innocent Blood’s almoſt forgot
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| Informing of late’s a notable Trade
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| Come make a good Toaſt, and ſtir up the Fire
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| Jenny my blitheſt Maid
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| Jocky ſa weel compleat our Bliſs
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