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 And all as they wish'd, would be; The Jacobite Jade, Talk'd as if she was mad, In hopes to have had Twangdillo, Twang, &c.

A Vintner's fat Widow then straight was view'd, Whose Cuckold had pick'd up some Pelf: He had kill'd half his Neighbours with Wine he'd brew'd, And lately had Poyson'd himself. With Bumpers of Claret, No Souse paying for it, She'd Roger's Companion be; Strike Fist on the Board, Huzza was the Word, Come Kiss me ador'd Twangdillo, Twang, &c.

But Roger resolv'd not to be her Man, And so gave a loose to the next, The Niece of a Canting Bleer-Ey'd Non Con, That stifly could canvass a Text. A Dame in Cheapside too, Would fain be his Bride too, And make him of London free; But no Lass wou'd down In Country or Town, So purse-proud was grown, Twangdillo, Twang, &c.

Till at last pretty Nancy, a Farmer's Joy, That newly a Milking had been, Round-fac'd, Cherry-cheek'd, with a smirking Eye, Came tripping it over the Green: She mov'd like a Goddess, And in her lac'd Bodice, A Span she could hardly be; Her Hips were plump grown, And her Hair a dark Brown; 'Twas she that brought down Twangdillo, Twangdillo, Twangdillo, Twangdillo, young lusty Twangdillo, Twangdee.