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 5 Will ope’d the door, the business asked;

When he who knocked poor Will thus tasked,

“The master of this house I want!”

“See him just now I’m sure you can’t,

Until he gets the breeches.

“For spouse and Will can’t well agree,

As yet who master is to be;

But in five minutes, Sir, or so,

Who master is we then shall know,

And who’s to wear the breeches.”

Now spouse and Will they did engage,

They both set on with equal rage;

At length poor Will was forced to yield,

And, soundly drubbed, to quit the field;

He lost, he lost the breeches!

Spouse she went unto the door,

Just as Will had done before:

“Good morning, friend, your business, pray?

I master am, I’ve gained the day,

I wear, I wear the breeches!

Yes, I wear, I wear the breeches!”

 

YORK, YO’URE WANTED.

AIR—“ Alley Croaker.”

FROM York I com’d up to get a place,

And travelled to this town, Sir,

In Holborn I an office found

Of credit and renown, Sir;

Says I, Pray, Sir, get me a place;

Says he, Your prayer’s granted,