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 I'd almost swear—be in no passion— 'Twas such an one set up that fashion; Your legs are odious—only view them, A wheelbarrow could sure go through them; If ever Valentine you make me, It is to Bow Church you shall take me.

Go be an old bachelor, live by yourself,
 * There's nobody's reason to care:

The lines that I sent you were only in fun,
 * So I shall not die of despair.