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 He look’d in the baſket, and to his ſurprise,

There lay a ſweet baby with tears in its eyes;

He ſtamped and ſwore like a man that was wild,

In the room of geneva ſhe left him a child.

He hung down his head, and look’d like an aſs,

Said, Landlord, have yon any need of a glaſs;

O no. Sir, I think you’d more need have a nurſe;

Theſe words made the beadle to ſwear, damn, & curſe.

I hope, ſaid the beadle, Sir, you will be ſo kind,

As to keep the child with you, till the mother I find,

O no, ſaid the Landlord, pray take it with you,

My ſtory is merry, and certainly true.

He took up the babe and went home to his wife,

And for the ſame he doth lead a ſad life;

The child it was chriſtened, the Parſon did cry,

What muſt be its name? and he ſaid, Bung your eye.

Bung your eye! cry’d the Parſon, that is an odd name,

I'faith, ſaid the beadle, and odly it came;

And every one who knows him to paſs by,

Says, Here comes a man that loves bung your eye.

S my cows 1 was milking juſt now in the vale,

Young Alexis advanc’d, and told me a fond tale,

Such a tale gentle maidens, believe what I ſay,

I with pleaſure could wait for to hear it all day.

Hail Florella, he cry’d, now I’m happy, I vow,

For to ſee you, believe me, I came from the plough,

Will you have me Florella, my deareſt, now ſay,

I with frowns ſoon reply’d, I'll not hear you to-day.

Pray Alexis, I ſaid, for to try him I ſtrove.

Never come near me more, for I’m ſure you don’t love,

Not deter’d by food ſpeeches, nor all I could ſay,

Still he anſwer’d with ſmiles, make me happy to-day.