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 Whose simple thoughts devoid of art,

All for the natives of her heart,

A gentle train from falsehood free,

Be such the maid that’s made for me.

Avaunt ye light coquets, retire.

Where flatt'ring fops around admire,

Unmov’d, your tinsel-charms I see,

More genuine beauties are for me.



WAS on the morning of the Fair,

As I thither did repair,

Carts and coaches did arrive,

And on the road were all alive;

Tag, rag, and bobtail there I see,

Both old and young were full of glee:

The gentry in their coaches were,

To see the humours of the Fair.

Cries Jacky, Betty, Tommy too.

To the Fair let’s go, pray Daddy do,

To please the Children is Mammy’s pride,

In the pleasure-cart they all must ride;

The Mam, the Dad, and Children too,

With old Granny to the Fair must go;

The cart was rotten I do declare,

And down it broke just by the Fair.

As chance would have it, no one’s hurt,

But towzl’d and tumbl’d in the dirt,

No accident I found was done,

I laugh’d outright to see the fun: