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4 Pert Sue I'll aſure you got hold of my Boy,

the Vixen wonld ſain be his bride;

A token ſhe'd have, either ribband or toy,

and ſwore that he'd not be deny d.

A top-knot he bought me, and garters of green,

the wench was contounded and flung:

I hate her ſo much, that with anger and spleen,

that I wou'd, I wou'd, &c.

He whiſper'd ſuch ſoft pretty things in my ear,

he premis'd, he flatter'd, ke ſwore,

Such trinkets he bought me, ſuch ribbans & geer,

that truſt me, my pockets run o'er:

Some ballads he bought m-, the beft he could find,

and ſweetly the burthen he ſang :

Faith he's ſo witty, ſo I me and kind

that I wou'd, I wou'd, &c.

The ſun was juſt ſetting, 'twas time to retire,

our cottage was diſtant a mile,

I turn'd to be gone, Roger bow'd like a 'ſquire,

and banded me over the ſtile.

His arms he threw round me, love laugh'd in his eye,

he led me the meadow along,

He hugg'd me cloſe, that I owa'd with a ſigh,

that I wou'd, I wou'd, &c.

CLEAN PATERNAL SEAT.

TO hug yourself in perfect ease,

What would you wish for more than these?

A healthy, clean, paternal seat,

Wel chaded from the summer heat.