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Next at the wake I saw the ’Squire,
For love I felt a new desire,
Fond to outshine my mammy:
⟨I⟩ sigh’d for fringes fops and beaux,
For pig-tail’d wigs, and powder’d clothes,
And silken maker Sammy.

For riches next I set a flame,
Old Gripus to my cottage came,
And held an amorous parley,
For music next I chanc'd to burn,
And fondly listen’d in my turn,
To warbling quivering Charley.

So now alike the fools and wit,
Fops, fidlers, foreigners and cits,
All struck me by rotation.
Come learn of me ye patriot fair,
Nor make a single man you care,
But sigh for all the nation.

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THE RAPTURE

Come ye party jangling swains,
Leave your floers and quit the plains,
Friends to country or to court,
Nothing here shall spoil our sport,

Ever welcome to our feast,
Welcome every friendly guest.

Sprightly widows come away;
Laughing dames and virgins gay;