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 A hundred heads broke, A hundred struck lame. You churl, I'll maintain My father built Lusk, The castle of Slane, And Carrick Drumrusk: The earl of Kildare, And Moynalta his brother, As great as they are, I was nurst by their mother. Ask that of old madam; She'll tell you who's who, As far up as Adam, She knows it is true. Come down with that beam, If cudgels are scarce, A blow on the weam, Or a kick on the a—se.

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ON A SEDITIOUS PAMPHLET, 1720.

To the Tune of "Packington's Pound."

ROCADOES and damasks,and tabbies, and gauzes, Are by Robert Ballentine lately brought over, With forty things more: now hear what the law says, Whoe'er will not wear them, is not the king's lover. Though