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 Next at the wake I ſaw the ’Squire',

For love I felt a new deſire,

Fond to outſhine my mummy:

ſigh’d for fringes fops and beaux,

For pig-tail’d wigs, and powder’d clothes,

And ſilken maker Sammy.

For riches next I ſet a flame,

Old Gipus to my cottage came,

And held an amorous parley,

For muſic next 1 chanc'd to burn,

And fondly liſten’d in my turn,

To warbling quivering Charley.

So now alike the fools and wit,

Fops, fidlers, foreigners and cits,

All ſtruck me by rotation,

Come learn of me ye patriot fair,

Nor make a  you care,

But ſigh for all the nation.

ye party juggling ſwains,

Leave your floers and quit the plains,

Friends to country or to court,

Nothing here ſhall ſpoil our ſport,

Ever welcome to our feaſt,

Welcome every friendly gueſt.

Sprightly widows come away;

dames and virgins gay.