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Quite pleas'd with what to ſale ſhe brought,
And reckon'd, by her own account,
When all was ſold the whole amount.
Thus, ſhe, in time, this little ware,
Will turn to great account with care ;
My milk being ſold for-ſo and ſo,
I'll buy ſome eggs as market go,
And ſet them-at the time I fix,
Theſe eggs will bring as many chicks.
I'll ſpare no pains to feed them well,
They'll bring vaſt profit when they ſell ;
With this I'll buy a little pig,
And when 'tis grown up fat and big,
I'll ſell it to my neighbour Howe,
And with the money buy a cow.
This cow will ſurely have a calf,
And there's the profit, half and half ;
Beſides, there's butter, milk, and cheese
To keep the market when I pleaſe,
All which I'll ſell and buy a farm,
Then ſhall of ſweethearts have a swarm.
Oh ! then for ribbons, gloves, and rings,
Ay ! more than twenty pretty things.
One brings me this, another that,
And I ſhall have--I scarce know what.
Fir'd with the thought, she gave a bound,
And down came milk-pail on the ground ;
Eggs, fowls, pig, hog, (ah, well a-day !)
Cow, calf, and farm-all ſwam away.
Be warn'd by this, ye British fair,
And build no caſtles in the air.
FINIS
Printed by G Miller, Dunbar.
