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But if the chamber pot be here. faid Jack, in it will safe me, And I will foon convoy him home, Who doth defign to fcare me,

The failor did as he propos’d, and to the window hafted, The ’Squire he was looking up, thinking to be feafted: But all the joys that love could yield, then ftraight the failor pourt The pot upon his hat and cloathe, which made him curfe hit hours!

He ftap’d his fword into the wall, and fwore, if fhe were nigh him, He would prevent her any more to mock, or scoff, or jcer him. The failor went to bed again, and fperted with his Lady; But when day-light it did appear, and time for to make ready,

His nafty, dirty, tarry rags all in the room fhe fped: O love! faid fhe, what raginre thefe? They’re mine, then Jack replied O who art thou? the Lady cried. Said he, I am the failor; Gan be a fina as any Lord, if you'll employ the tailor.