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Next Day, to be sure, the Captain will come, At the Head of his Troop, with Trumpet and Drum: Now, Madam, observe, how he marches in State: The Man with the Kettle-drum enters the Gate Dub, dub, a-dub, dub. The Trumpeters follow, Tantara, tantara, while all the Boys hollow. See, now comes the Captain all dawb'd with gold
Lace : O law! the sweet Gentleman! look in his Face; And see how he rides like a Lord of the Land, With the fine flaming Sword that he holds in his
; And his Horse, the dear Creter, it prances and rears, With Ribbins in Knots, at its Tail and its Ears : At last comes the Troop, by the Word of Command Drawn up in our Court; when the Captain cries,
STAND. Your Ladyship lifts up the Salh to be seen, (For sure, I had dizend you out like a Queen:) The Captain, to shew he is proud of the Favour, Looks up to your Window, and cocks up his Beavet, (His Beaver is cock'd; pray, Madam, mark that, For, a Captain of Horse never takes off his Hat ;
Because he has never a Hand that is idle
KIT,run to your Master, and bid him come to us.
“ Hist, Huzzy, I think I hear fome Body
coming No, Madam; 'tis only Sir Arthur a humming.
To shorten my Tale, (for I hate a long Story) The Captain at Dinner appears in his Glory; The Dean and the + Doctor have humbled their
t Pride, For the Captain's entreated to fit by your Side; And, because he's their Betters, you carve for him
first, The Paifons, for Envy, are ready to burst: The Servants amaz’d, are scarce ever able, To keep off their Eyes, as they wait at the Table; And, Molly and I have trust in our Nose, To peep at the Captain, in all his fine Clo’es: Dear Madam, be sure he's a fine spoken Man, Do but hear on the Clergy how glib his Tongue ran;
And, Madam, says he, if such Dinners you give, " You'll never want Parsons as long as you live; « I ne'er knew a Parson without a good Nose,
But the Devil's as welcome wherever he
+ Doctor Jenny, a Clergyman in the Neighbourhood.
“ G---d--- me, they bid us reform and
repent, “ But, Z---s, by their Looks, they never keep Lent: « Mister Curate, for all your grave Looks, I'm ·
afraid, ” You cast a Sheep's Eye on her Ladyship's Maid; “ I wish she wou'd lend you her pretty white Hand, In mending your Cassock, and smoothing your
Band : (For the Dean was so shabby, and look'd like a
Ninny, That the Captain suppos’d he was Curate to Jenny.) Whenever
see a Cassock and Gown, " A Hundred to One, but it covers a Clown; “ Observe how a Parfon comes into a Room, “ G---d--- me, he hobbles as bad as my Groom; “ A Scholard, when just from his College broke
loose, “ Can hardly tell how to cry Bo to a Goose; “ Your | Noveds, and Blutraks, and Omurs and
Stuff, < By G--- they don't fignify this Pinch of Snuff.
† Ovids, Plutarchs, Homers.
“ To give a young Gentleman right Education, “ The Army's the only good School in the Nation;
My School-Master call’d me a Dunce and a Fool, “ But at Cuffs I was always the Cock of the School; “ I never cou'd take to my Book for the Blood o'me, And the Puppy confess’d, he expected no Good
o'me. “ He caught me one Morning coquetting his Wife, But he niauld me, I ne'er was so maul'd in
my. Life: « So, I took to the Road, and what's very odd, " The first Man I robb’d was a Parson by G---, “ Now Madam, you'll think it a strange Thing to
say, “ But, the Sight of a Book makes me fick to this
Never since I was born did I hear so much Wir, And, Madam, I laugh'd till I thought I shou'd split. So, then you look'd scornful, and snift at the Dean, As, who shou'd say, Now, am IS Skinny and Lean.
Nick-Names for my Lady.