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 Then our Ladies with large ruffs tied round about the neck faſt, Would gobble up a pound of beef-ſtakes for their breakfaſt; While a cloſe quil’d-up coif their noddles juſt did fit, Sir, And they truſs’d up as tight as a rabbit for the ſpit, Sir. O’the golden, &c.

Then jerkins, and doublets, and Yellow worſted hoſe, Sir, With a huge pair of whiſkers, was the dreſs of our beaux, Sir: Strong beer they preferred to claret, or to hock, Sir; And no poultry they priz’d like the wing of an ox, Sir. O the, &c.

Good neighbourhood then was as plenty too as beef, Sir; And the pooreſt from the rich never wanted relief, Sir: While merry went the mill-clack, the ſhuttle and the plow, Sir, And honeſt people could live by the ſweet of their brow, Sir. O the, &c.

Then football, and wreſtling, and pitching of the bar, Sir, Were preferr’d to a flute, to a fiddle, or guitar, Sir: And for jaunting, and junketting, the favourite regale, Sir,