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You did!—'Twas love from the grave indeed! From bloodless cheeks, and brainless head!— O! I wish you much joy!—I hear't spoke, Of young fiscals you'll soon have a flock, That, the night before last, Mistress Grue Brought you two boys with little ado!

Where the duce picked you up that cursed lie? For neither a boy, nor girl, have I!—

Mayhap! o' the Snipe 't has been beenbeen [sic] the wife.

The Snipe! He bring a creature to life! With thighs like the legs of a sparrow, Smoked hams wanting blood, and bones marrow. Marry—come—up! with his withered shins, A pretty one indeed to get twins! You're hard pushed sure, when, down the water, You seek him, to father such chatter! You'd best give them to your friend up stairs; All his weans, 'tis said, are sent in pairs.— Did you observe the shaughland legged wight, With his poker, in the yard alight?