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Who should the lady's father be but my friend Colonel Hardy, I pointed to his daughters room and bid him not be tardy, He quickly kick'd me out of doors, and call'd me                        lying fellow: But I went back, because I had forgot my good umbrella, Poor Paul Pry. Every body's mischief falls on poor Paul Pry,

Now this umbrella cost me one and ninepence in                        the city, To loose an article so useful would be shame and pity, I often too forget my gloves, affairs my mind distract so, While people cant forbear from laughing when they see me act so. Poor Paul Pry. Every body laughs when they behold Paul Pry.

One lucky act has crown'd my life--I sav'd a                         man from marrying, By fishing up some letters one, that down the stream was hurrying, A house keeper she tried to hook her gudgeon of                         a master, But I say'd the old bachelor from such a sad disaster. Poor Paul Pry. He never yet has thank'd me, thoʻ, poor Paul Pry.

They've got me in the picture shops, they have upon my honour,