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(6) Danc’d, drew a landſcape, ſkim’d a play,

in the paper read that widow Flackit

To Gretna-Green had run away,

the forward minx! with Captain Clackit.

Thurſday fell ſick; poor ſoul, ſhe’ll die;

five doctors came with length’ned faces;

Each felt my pulſe; ah, me! cry’d I,

are theſe my promis’d loves and graces!

Friday grew worſe; cry’d Ma, in pain,

our day was fair, heav’n do not black it;

Where’s your complaint, love? In my brain,

what ſhall I give you? Captain Clackit.

Early next morn a noſtrum came

worth all their cordials, balms, and ſpices,

A letter; I had been to blame;

the Captain’s truth brought on a criſis:

Sunday, for fear of more delays

of a few clothes I made a packet,

And Monday morn ſlept in a chaiſe,

and ran away with Captain Clackit.



The Love and rage of Highland Donald.

ighland Donald, ſwore a wife

was not ſo great an evil,

And any but a husband’s life,

was ſure a Highland devil.

Then Highland Donald tun’d his pipe,

he had been ſome months married;

Severely now he feels a whip

for Horns our Donald carried.