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With whisker'd chin When guests come in, To me they fly, And grasp me tight. Until with fright, I'm forc'd to cry.

'Tis surely rude Thus to intrude On ladies fair, Do let me know To treat you so, If people dare.

To send with this A New-Year's kiss To Margaret fair, Who's three years old,. And wise I'm told, I hardly dare.