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 Pray will you be kind?

If so, a good haven is my lot—

Your rigging I like,

Your colours then strike

And I’ll with three cheers be your pilot.

Baking, baking, what a sloven,

Out of doors or at the oven,

With darned hose about the legs,

Like dusters hung on wooden pegs.

A numping pie, polluting sinner,

Who dips in dishes for a pinner,

Meat shaver, who politely takes,

From beef or veal or spicy cakes.

O! never, never, would I be

The wife of such a knave as thee;

And never, never, would I match

With one who’d spoil of love the batch.

Ah; cease dear madam, cease to give,

To every bosom pain and sorrow;

Not that thy beauty wounds believe

Me ’tis thy vanity——good morrow!