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 Then I’se fifty good shillings my luck has been such’

And a lad’s not to be grinn d at, that’s gotten so much;

And when that I’m married to Patty, so true,

I know what I know, but I munna tell you.


 * But I'll whistle, &c.

Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle,

He was all for love and a litte for the bottle,

We know not, though pains we have ta'en to inquire,

If gunpowder be invented; on the Thames set on fire.

If to him was the centre of gravity known,

The longitude, or the philosopher’s stone,

Or whether he studied from Bacon or Boyle,

Copernicus, Locke, Katerpelts, or Hoyle

But this we have learnt with great labour and pain,

That he lov'd Miss Roe, and she lov’d him again.

Than sweet Miss Roe none o’er look’d fiercer;

She had but one eye, bother was a piercer,

We know not, for certainty her education,

If she wrote, mended stockings, or settled the nation

At cards if she liked whist, and swabbers or voles,

Or at dinner lov'd pig, or a steak on the coals,

Whether most of the Sappleo she was or Thalestris,

Or if dancing was taught her by Hopkins, or Vestris;

But for your satisfaction, this good news we obtain,

‘That she lov'd Captain Wattle, and he lov’d her again.

When wedded, he became lord and master depend on't,

He had but one leg, but he'd a foot at the end on't,

Which of government when she would fain hold the


 * bridle,

e took special caution should never lie idle.