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They bounce from their Nest,

No longer will tarry, They rise ready drelt,

Without one Ave Mary. · They dance in a Round,

Cutting Capers and Ramping, A Mercy the Ground

Did not burst with their stamping. The Floor is all wet

With Leaps and with Jumps, While the Water and Sweat,

Splish, splash in their Pumps.
Bless you late and early,

Laughlin 0 Enagin ;
By my Hand, you dance rarely,

* Margery Grinagin. Bring Straw for our Bed,

Shake it down to the Feet, Then over us spread,

The winnowing Sheet. To shew, I don't flinch,

Fill the Bowl up again, Then give us a Pinch

Of your Sneezing ; || a Yean. Good Lord, what a Sight,

After all their good Cheer, For People to fight

In the Midst of their Beer:

They They rise from their Feast,

* The Name of an Irish Woman. | Another Irish Name for a Woman,

And hot are their Brains,
A Cubit at least

The Length of their * Skeans.
What Stabs and what Cuts,

What clate'ring of Sticks,
What Strokes on the Guts,

What Baftings and Kicks!
With Cudgels of Oak,

Well harden'd in Flame,
An hundred Heads broke,

An hundred struck lame,
You Churle, I'll maintain

My Father built Lusk,
The Castle of Slane,

And Carrickdrumrusk :
The Earl of Kildare,

And Moynalta, his Brother,
As great as they are,

I was nurs'd by their Mother.
Ask that of old Madam,

She'll tell you who's who,
As far up as Adam,

She knows it is true;
Come down with that Beam,

If Cudgels are scarce,
A Blow on the Weam,

Or a Kick on the Afe.

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On Stephen Duck, the Thresher,

and favourite Poet.

A Quibbling EPIGRAM.

Written in the Year 1730.

The prevail

HE Thresher Duck, could o'er the 2

The Proverb says ; No Fence against a Flayl.
From threshing Corn, he turns to thresh his Brains ;
For which Her My allows him Grains..
Though 'tis confess'd, that those who ever faw
His Poems, think them all not worth a Straw.
Thrice happy Duck, employ'd in threshing Stubble!
Thy Toil is lessen'd, and thy Profits double.

A Panegyrick on the D-----n, in the

Person of a Lady in the North.

Written in the Year 1730.

R

ESOLV'D my Gratitude to show,
Thrice Rey'rend Dean for all I owe;

Too

Too long I have my Thanks delay'd
Your Favours left too long unpay'd ;
But now in all our Sexes Name,
My artless Muse shall sing your Fame.

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INDULGENT you to Female Kind,
To all their weaker Sides are blind;
Nine more such Champions as the D-n,
Would foon restore our ancient Reign.
How well to win the Ladies Hearts,
You celebrate their Wit and Parts !
How have I felt my Spirits rais’d,
By you so oft, so highly prais'd!
Transform'd by your convincing Tongue,
To witty, beautiful, and young.
I hope, to quit that aukward Shame
Affected by each vulgar Dame;
To Modesty a weak Pretence ;
And soon grow pert on Men of Sense ;
To show my Face with scornful Air ;
Let others match it if they dare.

IMPATIENT to be out of Debt,
O, may I never once forget
The Bard, who humbly deighs to chuse
Me for the Subject of his Muse.
Behind

my Back, before
He sounds my Praise in Verse and Prose.

my Nofe,

My Heart with Emulation burns,
To make you suitable Returns ;
Vol. II.

X

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My Gratitude the World shall know :
And, fee, the Printer's Boy below :
Ye Hawkers all, your Voices lift ;
A Panegyrick on D-ns-ft,
And then, to mend the Matter still ;
By Lady Anne of * Market-Hill.

I THUS begin. My grateful Muse
Salutes the D-n in diff'rent Views;
D-n, Butler, Ulher, Jefter, Tutor;
+ Robert and Darby's Coadjutor :
And, as you in Commission sit,
To rule the Dairy next to | Kit.

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In each Capacity I mean
To sing your Praise. And, first as Da-n:
Envy must own, you understand your
Precedence, and support your Grandeur:
Nor, of your Rank will bate an Ace,
Except to give D-nD-I place.
In you such Dignity appears ;
So suited to your State, and Years!
With Ladies what a strict Decorum!
With what Devotion you adore 'um!
Treat me with so much Complaisance,
As fits a Princess in Romance,
By your Example and Affistance,
The Fellows learn to know their Distance,

Sir

* A Village near Sir Arthur Acheson's House, where the Author passed two Summers.

of The Names of two Overseers. || My Lady's Footman,

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