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 The next was a youth with a sorrowful air

Who had fallen a victim to love and despair

He'd not the least prospect of gaining the fair,

So just came to die, and to end all his care.

Desperation, &c.

A Bully came next, with a glove in his hat,

A string of new oaths he had learnt quite pat;

He bragg'd of his courage with impudent chat,

But to tell you the truth he'd have started at that.

Elevation, &c.

Then in came a Quaker, friend Elijah Prim,

Hid under the shade of a thirteen inch brim

Whatever he did 'twas the spirit mov'd him,

But I'm sure he had none; for he mov'd not a limb.

Inspiration, &c.

A Rake who has been of her fortune appris'd

In a conjurer’s habit his person disguis'd;

Her fortune to tell was the scheme he devis'd,

But his beard we pull'd off, and his cunning surpris'd

Conjuration, &c.

An Irish dear boy was the next that came in,

Though bare were his buttocks, yet rough was his chin.