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Into the ſtreet, where they advanc'd                    naked vave ſmock and ſhirt, Like Morice-dancers they did prance up to the knees in dirt, They caper'd high the p--s did fly over their heads and ears, And then it ran down violently, like drops of briny tears. The Quaker ſwore by yea and nay, we are bewitch'd all three I hear a pair of bag-pipes play, yet no one can I ſee.

He brought them to the very oak where the inn-keeper lay, And for a while he never ſpoke but on his pipes did play,