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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

Hand

; 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 ;

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Because he has never a Hand that is idle
For, the Right holds the Sword, and the Left holds

rhe Bridle,)
Then flourishes thrice his Sword in the Air,
As a Compliment due to a Lady so fair ;
How I tremble to chink of the Blood it hath spilt!
Then he low’rs down the Point, and kisses the Hilt.
Your Ladyhip smiles, and thus you begin ;
Pray, Captain, be pleas’d to light, and walk in :
The Captain falutes you with Congee profound;
And your Ladyhip curchyes half way to the Ground.

KIT,run to your Master, and bid him come to us.
I'm sure he'll be proud of the Honour you do us;
And, Captain, you'll do us the Favour to stay,
And take a short Dinner here with us to-Day:
You're heartily welcome : But as for good Chear,
Vou come in the very worst Time of the Year
If I had expected so worthy a Guest :----
Lord! Madam! your Ladyship sure is in jeft;
You bantcr me, Madam, the Kingdom must grant---
You Officers, Captain, are so complaisant.

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“ 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,

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+ 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

you

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.

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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

Day.

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.

But,

Nick-Names for my Lady.

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