Lord! madam, says Mary, how d'ye do? Indeed, says I, never worse:
But pray, Mary, can you tell what I have done with my purse?
Lord help me! says Mary, I never stirr'd out of this place:
Nay, said I, I had it in lady Betty's chamber, that's a plain case.
So Mary got me to bed, and cover'd me up warm:
However, she stole away my garters, that I might do myself no harm.
So I tumbled and toss'd all night, as you may very well think,
But hardly ever set my eyes together, or slept a wink.
So I was a-dream'd, methought, that we went and searched the folks round,
And in a corner of Mrs. Dukes's[1] box, tied in a rag, the money was found.
So next morning we told Whittle[2], and he fell a swearing:
Then my dame Wadgar[3] came; and she, you know, is thick of hearing.
Dame, said I, as loud as I could bawl, do you know what a loss I have had?
Nay, said she, my lord Colway's[4] folks are all very sad:
For my lord Dromedary[5] comes a Tuesday without fail.
Pugh! said I, but that's not the business that I ail.
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