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Dear Madám, try to take a Nap
THE Table, Cards, and Counters set,
How can the Muse her Aid impart,
In vain, alas! her Hope is fed;
This Morning when the Parfon came,
, “ I think I never had good Luck in't. • I'm so uneasy in my Stays ; “ Your Fan, a Moment, if you please. * Stand further Girl, or get you gone, “ I always tofe when you look on, Lord, Madam, you have lost Codill
You took it with a Maradore ;
“ Because you held the King of Hearts : ;
I swear, I saw you thrice renounce.
WHỊle thus they rail, and scold, and storm,
The Time too precious now to waste, And Supper gobbled up in haste;
Again a-fresh to Cards they run,
A frosty Morn- Paft Four a-Clock.
Now, all in haste they huddle on
UNLUCKY Madam left in Tears,
The Grand Question debated.
WHETHER Hamilton's * Bawon should be turned into a Barrack or a Malt-House.
The Preface to the Englis Edition.
HE Author of the following Poem, is said
to be Dr. J. S. D. S. P. D. who writ it, as well as several other Copies of Verses of the like Kind, by Way of Amusement, in the Family of an honourable Gentleman in the North of Ireland, wherë be spent a Summer about two or three Years ago.
A certain very great person, then in that Kingdom, having heard much of this Poem, obtained a Copy from the Gentleman, or, as some say, the Lady, in whose House it was written, from whence, I know not by what Accident, several other Copies were transcribed, full of Errors. As I have a great Respect for the supposed Author, I have procured a true Copy of the Poem, the Publication whereof can do bim less Injury than printing any of those incorre&t ones' which run about in Manuscript, and would infallibly be foon in the Press, if not this prevented.
Some Expressions being peculiar to Ireland, I have prevailed on a Gentleman of that Kingdom to explain them, and I have put the several Explanations in their priper Places.
A Baw n was a Place near the House, inclored with Mud or Stone-Walls, to keep the Carcle from being stolen in the Night. They are now little used.