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 The God of Love, says he, wounded me, And bade me fly to thy Arms, I must, and I will, this night have my Fill, And tast of the luscious Charms Of thy Ruffdom, &c.

Did Love command, dear Georgy, thy Hand? For then it can be no Sin; He scrawling, she tugging, with hawling and lugging, Through Window at last he got in           To her Ruffdom, &c.

They were so fierce, they made the Bed squeak, The Parson heard them, as 'tis said, Who Marriage obeying, and with his Wife praying, Found one did the same to his Maid In her Ruffdom, &c.

Then both soon rose, but Georgy was gone, Who heard the Noise that they made, That they might not find him, and afterwards bind him He screw'd himself under the Bed From her Ruffdom, &c.

But 'twould not do, the Wife found him out, Brown Bum blaz'd under the Bed; Oh Mary, she swore, Odswoons y'are a Whore, And soon you in Jayl shall be laid, With your Ruffdom, &c.

The Parson crys, ye wicked young Dog, How durst you do such a Folly? For tho' to save Strife, I may preach with my Wife, I sometimes sing Anthems with Molly, And her Ruffdom, &c.

Then out he pull'd Tall George in his Shirt, And gave with Bedstaff some Blows, Then sent him away to his Farm before Day, But without ever a Rag of his Clothes, ''From the Ruffdom, Ruffdom, frizledom Madg, The Hey Rump, frizlerump Dee, Rowze about, towze about, seek all the House about, Under the Bed was he''.