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Thirty years he'll try.
 * The work of education,

And when convenient die,
 * And all to ſave the nation.

How the bells did ring,
 * Thro' Paris at the wedding;

How the bride, poor thing,
 * Did tremble at the bedding!

Chamberlains of ſtate,
 * To hear imperial wooing,

At the door did wait,
 * While the deed was doing!

Quite on the qui viv`e,
 * To think what wonders he did,

His bride ſee Boney leave,
 * Cock ſure he had ſucceeded;

She the maid did call,
 * And looking ſlyly at her,

Cried, Well! his little all,
 * Is no prodigious matter!


 * Then to crown their joy,

Nine months hence will shew it,
 * Th' Emperor cries, A boy!

If 'tis, pray let me know it.