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 But, madam, I guess'd there would never come good, When I saw him so often with Darby and Wood. And now my dream's out; for I was a-dream'd That I saw a huge rat — O dear, how I scream'd! And after, methought, I had lost my new shoes; And Molly, she said, I should hear some ill news. "Dear madam, had you but the spirit to teaze, You might have a barrack whenever you please: And, madam, I always believ'd you so stout, That for twenty denials you would not give out. If I had a husband like him, I purtest, Till he gave me my will, I would give him no rest; And, rather than come in the same pair of sheets With such a cross man, I would lie in the streets: But, madam, I beg you, contrive and invent, And worry him out, till he gives his consent. Dear madam, whene'er of a barrack I think, An I were to be hang'd, I can't sleep a wink: For if a new crotchet comes into my brain, I can't get it out, though I 'd never so fain. I fancy already a barrack contriv'd At Hamilton's bawn, and the troop is arriv'd; Of this to be sure sir Arthur has warning, And waits on the captain betimes the next morning. "Now see, when they meet, how their honours behave; Noble captain, your servant' — 'Sir Arthur, your slave; You honour me much' — 'The honour is mine.' — 'Twas a sad rainy night' — 'But the morning is fine.' "Pray,