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 hope you will never know the loss of a leg or an eye.

Heaven bleſs you for your charity,

Then puſh about the can, fol de roll

In begging a farthing, I'm poor and old,

In ſpending a I'm (illegible)and bold,

When a brave full company I ſee

It's my noble maters, your charity,"—

But when a traveller I meet alone,

"Stand and deliver, or I'll knock you down"

All day for a wandering mumper paſe,

All night—Oh a barn, and a buxom laſs.

I'm clothed in rags,

I'm hung with bags,

That around me wags:

I've a big for my ſalt,

A'bag for my malt,

A bag for the leg of gooſe;

For my oats a bag

For my groats a bag,

And a bottle to hold my booze:  & c.

Come all you roaring boys, that delight in roaring noise.

I compare it to nothing but laughter,

When a sailor comes on shore, with his go silver store,

there's no one can get rid of it faster.