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Rh Lord! madam, says Mary, how d'ye do? Indeed, says I, never worse: But pray, Mary, can you tell what I have done with my purse? Lord help me! says Mary, I never stirr'd out of this place: Nay, said I, I had it in lady Betty's chamber, that's a plain case. So Mary got me to bed, and cover'd me up warm: However, she stole away my garters, that I might do myself no harm. So I tumbled and toss'd all night, as you may very well think, But hardly ever set my eyes together, or slept a wink. So I was a-dream'd, methought, that we went and searched the folks round, And in a corner of Mrs. Dukes's box, tied in a rag, the money was found. So next morning we told Whittle, and he fell a swearing: Then my dame Wadgar came; and she, you know, is thick of hearing. Dame, said I, as loud as I could bawl, do you know what a loss I have had? Nay, said she, my lord Colway's folks are all very sad: For my lord Dromedary comes a Tuesday without fail. Pugh! said I, but that's not the business that I ail. Rh