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Ye jovial boys, who love the joys, The blissful joys of lovers, And dare avow wi' dauntless brow, Whate'er the lass discovers; I pray draw near, and you shall hear, And welcome in a frater, I've lately been in quarantine, A proven fornicator.

Before the congregation wide I pass'd the muster fairly, My handsome Betsy by my side, We gat our ditty rarely. My downcast eye, by chance did spy What made my mouth to water, Those hills of snow which wyled me so, To be a fornicator.