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 THE Sun had loos'd his weary Team, And turn'd his Steeds a grazing; Ten Fathoms deep in Neptunes Stream, His Thetis was embracing: The Stars they tripp'd in the Firmament, Like Milkmaids on a May-day; Or Country Lasses a Mumming sent, Or School Boys on a Play-day.

Apace came on the grey-ey'd Morn, The Herds in Fields were lowing; And 'mongst the Poultry in the Barn, The Ploughman's Cock sate crowing: When Roger dreaming of Golden Joys, Was wak'd by a bawling Rout, Sir; For Cisly told him, he needs must rise, His Juggy was crying out, Sir.

Not half so quickly the Cups go round, At the tapping a good Ale Firkin; As Roger, Hosen and Shoon had found, And Button'd his Leather Jerkin: Gray Mare was saddl'd with wondrous speed, With Pillion on Buttock right Sir; And thus he to an old Midwife ride, To bring the poor Kid to light, Sir.

Up, up dear Mother, then Roger crys, The Fruit of my Labour's now come; In Juggy's Belly it sprawling lies, And cannot get out till you come: I'll help it, crys the old Hag, ne'er doubt, Thy Jug shall be well again, Boy; I'll get the Urchin as safely out, As ever it did get in, Boy.

The Mare now bustles with all her feet, No whipping or Spurs were wanting; At last into the good House they get, And Mew, soon cry'd the bantling: