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 A Barber,and a Man of Mirth, And marry'd jut before my Birth; From whence my Mother, I uppoe, God ret her Soul! was none of thoe, Who needs mut have, before they eat, The Paron's Bleing on their Meat.


 * Tonor hav'd, his Conort titch'd,

By neither Trade they were inrich'd; But dy'd in Debt, poor, idle Pair! And left me to our Vicar's Care.


 * his Spoue I learnt my Creed;

She taught me, how to darn, and read: I pray'd, and work'd, and conn'd my Book; But oon my native Fields forook.

, gay with Hope, to Town I came, Sent up to erve a City Dame, Where I grew notable, and free, Stole now and then a Dih of Tea, Old