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Next tripping came a courtly fair,
John cried, enchanted with her air,
What lovely wench is that there here;
Ventch! Je vous n’ entends pas, Monsieur,
What, he again? upon my life,
A palace, lands, and then a wife;
Sir Joshua might delight to draw,
I should like to sup with Nong Tong Paw.
But, held, whose funeral's that? cries John,
Je vous n' entends pas; what! is he gone;
Wealth, fame, and beauty could not save
Poor Nong Tong Paw then from the grave;
His race is run his game is up,
I‘d with him breakfast, dine, and sup,
But since he chuses to withdraw,
Goodnight t'ye Monseer Nong Tong Paw.
OH NANNY, WILT THOU GANG WITH ME.
OH Nanny, wilt thou gang with me,
Nor sigh to leave the charming town;
Can silent glens have charms for thee,
The lowly cot and russet gown.
No longer drest in silken sheen,
No longer deck’d with jewels rare.
Say, canst thou quit the busy scene,
Where thou wert fairest of the fair.
