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A Barber,and a Man of Mirth,
And marry'd juſt before my Birth;
From whence my Mother, I ſuppoſe,
God reſt her Soul! was none of thoſe,
Who needs muſt have, before they eat, 15
The Parſon's Bleſſing on their Meat.
While Tonſor ſhav'd, his Conſort ſtitch'd,
By neither Trade they were inrich'd;
But dy'd in Debt, poor, idle Pair!
And left me to our Vicar's Care. 20
Under his Spouſe I learnt my Creed;
She taught me, how to darn, and read:
I pray'd, and work'd, and conn'd my Book;
But ſoon my native Fields forſook.
Now, gay with Hope, to Town I came, 25
Sent up to ſerve a City Dame,
Where I grew notable, and free,
Stole now and then a Diſh of Tea,
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