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Thirty years he'll try.
The work of education,
And when convenient die,
And all to ſave the nation.
How the bells did ring,
Thro' Paris at the wedding;
How the bride, poor thing,
Did tremble at the bedding!
Chamberlains of ſtate,
To hear imperial wooing,
At the door did wait,
While the deed was doing!
Quite on the qui viv`e,
To think what wonders he did,
His bride ſee Boney leave,
Cock ſure he had ſucceeded;
She the maid did call,
And looking ſlyly at her,
Cried, Well! his little all,
Is no prodigious matter!
Then to crown their joy,
Nine months hence will shew it,
Th' Emperor cries, A boy!
If 'tis, pray let me know it.
