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 O who but a fool would e'er venture to take For a bride such a trumpery gingerbread cake! Yet whose little conceits, without a penny to spare, Would lead her to think she's a match for a mayor.

How my poor heart does shake and bounce To view your frill and airy flounce; 'Tis not for love, but 'tis for fear, Lest fate design you for my dear: I'd sooner drown and end my life, Than have a dasher for a wife.