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 What a neek, what a waist, and oh! would I could find Another name for it--your bustle behind. Let me see, there was something besides I would say, But I'll leave it, I think, to next Valentine's day.

Madam, may I dare to ask it, What you have within your basket? I shrewdly guess 'tis cordial gin, Which you've so slily smuggled in; The weather's cold for the time of year Have mercy, and a little spare To warm your frozen Valentine, So let us in a bumper join.