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( 4 ) She bawls, You're very nice forſooth!
 * and bids me chew my quid.


 * And ſhe's ay, ay ſtarving me, &c:

Altho' I am as patient ay
 * as Socrates or Job,

Yet my ill-natur'd Jezebel
 * full ſoundly does me drub;

And when her barlick-hoods are on,
 * (which is right oft the caſe,)

What firſt ſhe lays her hands upon,
 * comes whack acroſs my face!


 * And ſhe's ay, ay thumping me, &c.

No man can reliſh more than I,
 * a bottle and a friend;

But this is what I ne'er enjoy,
 * leſt I ſhould her offend.

Laſt night my neighbour Tom and I,
 * ſat down, our throats to wet.

She thunder'd out ſo dreadfully,
 * I think I hear her yet!


 * And ſhe's ay, ay deaving me, &c.

When I'm diſpos'd for merriment,
 * ſhe's certain to be ſad: