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Her conduct will prove it; hut how would you love it?''I soon would have lam'd her, dear Doctor Monro.'Each year brings a pretty young son or a daughter;Perhaps you're the father, but how shall you know?You hug them—her gallant is bursting with laughter'—'That thought's like to murder me, Doctor Monro.'
'The boys cost you many a penny and shilling;You bred them with pleasure, with trouble and wo'But one turns a rake, another a villian.'—'My heart could not bear it, dear Doctor Monro.'The lasses are comely and dear to your bosom;But virtue and beauty has many a foe!O! think what may happen; just nipt in their blossom'Ah, merciful heaveny! cease, Doctor Monro.
'Dear Doctor, I'll thank you to hand me my breeches;I'm better; I'll drink with you ere that you go:I'll never more sicken for woman or riches,But love my relations and Doctor Monro.I plainly perceive, were I wedded to Christy,My peace and my pleasures I needs must forego.'He still lives a bachelor: drinks when he's thirsty;And sings like a lark and loves Doctor Monro.
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