And boafts of his feats, He calls it a bower. To fee a wild calf Dear friend, doctor Jenny, If I could but win ye,. Or Walmsley or Whaley, To come hither daily, Since Fortune, my foe, Will needs have it fo, That I'm, by her frowns, Condemn'd to black gowns ; But, oh! howwe laugh, No 'Squire to be found Come, driven by heat, ing: The girls of the village Come flocking for pillage, Pull down the fine briers And thorns, to make fires; But yet are so kind To leave something behind: No more need be faid on't, I smell when I tread on't. mit ye, Come here, out of pity, may your three spouses Let you lie at friends houses! A PAS A PASTORAL DIALOGUE. 1728. DERMOT, SHEELAH. A Nymph and fwain, Sheelah and Dermot hight, Who wont to weed the court of Gosford Knight; While each with ftubbed knife remov'd the roots, DERMOT My love to Sheelah is more firmly fixt, Than strongest weeds that grow these ftones betwixt: My spud these nettles from the ftones can part; No knife so keen to weed thee from my heart. SHEELA H. My love for gentle Dermot fafter grows, Than yon tall dock that rises to thy nose. Cut down the dock, 'twill fprout again; but, O! Love rooted out, again will never grow. DERMO T. No more that brier thy tender leg fhall rake: (I fpare the thistles for Sir Arthur's † fake) Sharp are the stones; take thou this rushy mat; The hardest bum will bruise with fitting fquat. * Sir Arthur Achefon. Who was a great lover of Scotland. SHEELAH. SHEELA H. Thy breeches, torn behind, ftand gaping wide; This petticoat shall fave thy dear back-fide; Nor need I blush; although you feel it wet, Dermot, I vow, 'tis nothing else but sweat. DERMO T. At an old stubborn root I chanc❜d to tug, When the Dean threw me this tobacco-plug: A longer ha'p'orth never did I fee; * This, dearest Sheelah, thou fhalt fhare with me. SHEELA H. In at the pantry-door this morn I flipt, And thou, my dear, shalt have the bigger half. DERMO T. When you faw Tady at long-bullets play, You fate and lous'd him all a fun-fhine day : How could you, Sheelah, liften to his tales, Or crack fuch lice as his betwixt your nails? SHEELA H. When you with Oonah ftood behind a ditch, I peep'd, and faw you kifs the dirty bitch: Dermot, how could you touch these nasty sluts? I almost wish'd this fpud were in your guts. • Half-pennyworth. + Sir Arthur's butler. DERMOT. DERMO T. If Oonah once I kifs'd, forbear to chide; Her aunt's my goffip by my father's fide: But, if I ever touch her lips again, May I be doom'd for life to weed in rain! SHEELA H. Dermot, I fwear, though Tady's locks could hold Ten thousand lice, and every loufe was gold; Him on my lap you never more shall see; Or may I lofe my weeding-knife-and thee! DERMO T. O, could I earn for thee, my lovely lafs, A pair of * brogues to bear thee dry to mafs! But fee, where Norah with the † fowins comesThen let us rife, and reft our weary bums. ΟΝ ΤΗ Ε FIVE LADIES AT SOT'S-HOLE‡, WITH THE DOCTORS AT THEIR HEAD. N. B. THE LADIES TREATED THE DOCTOR. Sent as from an OFFICER in the ARMY. 1728. AIR ladies, number five, FAIR Who, in your merry freaks, With little Tom contrive To feast on ale and steaks; Shoes with flat low heels. + A fort of flummery. An alehoufe in Dublin, famous for beef-fteaks. Dr. Thomas Sheridan. 2. While While he fits by a-grinning, Set To fee you fafe in Sot's-hole, And neither mugs nor pots whole: Alas! I never thought, A priest would please your palate; Befides, I'll hold a groat, He'll put you in a ballad; Where I fhall fee your faces Be by a Parfon cheated! Had you been cunning ftagers, You might yourselves be treated By Captains and by Majors. See how corruption grows, While mothers, daughters, aunts, Inftead of powder'd beaux, From pulpits choose gallants. 1 If |