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 Zooks cry'd Hall, I can't but think, Now we are come to Wedlock brink; How pure a stock 'twill be how fine, When you put your good mark to mine; Siss at that, Glowing hot, Buss'd him as if she'd have burnt him to Tinder; Thus they Woo, But see how, Damn'd Fate contriv'd now the Bargain to hinder.

Sissly had got a Cold I suppose, And 'twixt her Fingers was blowing her Nose; Harry, that Linnen too wanted I doubt, Lent her his Glove, to serve for a Clout; Scraping low, Manners to show, And tell her how much he was her adorer: Pray mark the Joke, Leather thong broke, And Breeches fell down to his Ancles before her.

Sissly who saw him thus distrest, Pulls of her Garter of woolen List; And with a sly and leering look, Gave it to mend up what was broke; Fumbling he, Could not see, What he discover'd, tho' e'er he had ty'd all: For just before, Shirt was tore, And as the Devil would have't she had spy'd all.

She gave him then so cold a Look, Discontent it plainly spoke; And running from him near a Mile, He overtook her at a stile; Too much hast, Milk down cast, And topsy turvy she fell on her Pole with't: