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DEAR Pinckaninny, if half a Guinny, To Love will Win ye, I lay it here down; We must be Thrifty, 'Twill serve to shift ye, And I know Fifty, Will do't for a Crown.

Dunns come so boldly, King's Money so slowly, That by all things Holy, 'Tis all I can say; Yet I'm so rapt in, The Snare that I'm trapt in, As I'm a true Captain, Give more than my Pay.

Good Captain Thunder, Go mind your Plunder, Odsns I wonder, You dare be so bold; Thus to be making, A Treaty so sneaking, Or Dream too of taking, My Fort with small Gold.

Other Town Misses, May gape at Ten Pieces, But who me possesses, Full Twenty shall Pay; To all poor Rogues in Buff, Thus, thus I strut and huff, So Captain kick and cuff, March on your way.