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 686 —From Austria I come, An English wife to win, And find an English home, And live and die therein.

—Ay, no offence: laugh on, Young gentlemen: I’ll join. Had you to exile gone, Where free speech is base coin,

—Give me, to suit my moods, An ale-house on a heath, I’ll hand the crags and woods To B’elzebub beneath.

—Why, there’s the ale-house bench: The furze-flower shining round: And there’s my waiting-wench, As lissome as a hound.

—The geese may swim hard-by; They gabble, and you talk: You’re sure there’s not a spy To mark your name with chalk.