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 That the Hangman was starving
 * for want of a job, Sir. O the, &c.

Then our Ladies with large ruffs tied
 * round about the neck fast,

Would gobble up a pound of
 * beef stakes for the breakfast;

While a close quilt'd up colt
 * their nodddles just did fit, Sir,

And they truss'd up as tight as a
 * rabbit for the spit, Sir. 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 hoch, 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 foosball, and wrestling, and
 * pitching of the bar, Sir,

Were preferr'd to a flute, to a
 * fiddle, or guitar, Sir: