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⟨Pray⟩ give me leave to go my way,
has punishment enough,
⟨The⟩ good man quickly did agree,
and jeer'd him with his whimsey,
⟨Pray⟩ if you come again, quoth he,
friend come not down my chimney,
⟨The⟩ night was cold and dark I wot,
no star was in the sky,
⟨But⟩ as for Taffy he was hot,
you know the reason why,
⟨He⟩ was afraid of every dog,
when he was out of town,
⟨Almost⟩ as naked as a frog,
with grief he sat him down,
Upon a bed of nettles there,
which stung him grievously:
What with pain with grief and care,
he wished he might die,
⟨He⟩ all in darkness travelled,
his nettled flesh did smart;
His blistered feet were gravelled,
which griev'd him to the heart;
Yet he was musing in his mind
what house to go to next,
Where he might some provision find,
for nothing more perplext,
Tho' he had bacon in his poke,
Might yield him some relief;
Yet Taffy, I heard it spoke,
was bred and born a thief;
has punishment enough,
⟨The⟩ good man quickly did agree,
and jeer'd him with his whimsey,
⟨Pray⟩ if you come again, quoth he,
friend come not down my chimney,
⟨The⟩ night was cold and dark I wot,
no star was in the sky,
⟨But⟩ as for Taffy he was hot,
you know the reason why,
⟨He⟩ was afraid of every dog,
when he was out of town,
⟨Almost⟩ as naked as a frog,
with grief he sat him down,
Upon a bed of nettles there,
which stung him grievously:
What with pain with grief and care,
he wished he might die,
⟨He⟩ all in darkness travelled,
his nettled flesh did smart;
His blistered feet were gravelled,
which griev'd him to the heart;
Yet he was musing in his mind
what house to go to next,
Where he might some provision find,
for nothing more perplext,
Tho' he had bacon in his poke,
Might yield him some relief;
Yet Taffy, I heard it spoke,
was bred and born a thief;
