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 ( 19 ) And when within the town you come, Be ſure with ſpeci I cire, Due clear ſign poſts both and ſtalls, And monſterſ of the fait The youth firce bear his father out, But roar'd, bring out the whiſky : With joy he view the rolling wheels, And prascing podies triky. He friz'd the reins, and up he fprung, And wavid the wh tu lah Take cate, take cure! his father cried: But off it wen flipa'h. Who's this light ſpark! the hories thought We try your ſtrength young malar! So or th rugged turup ke tid, Still filter ran and fait.. Young John, toti ring in his fest, Now with'd to pull them in; But pulling from ſo young a hand They valued not a pin. A dore of grunting pigs before Fill'd up he narrow Way Dah thro' the midſt the herfs drove, And made a ruoful day : For ſome were trampled under foot, Some cruſh'd tcneath the theel; Lord! how the drivers curſt and ſwpre, And how the pigs cid ſqueal! A farmer's wife on old blind Ball, Went flowly on the road,