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Though they look like two monkies ran crazy
While they laugh'd at the frolicksome rig,
She restored Mr. Doddington's jasey,
And he Mrs. Runnington's wig.
THE MOURNING WIDOW.
O DREARY laneliness is now
'Mang ruin'd hamlets smoking,
Yet the new made widow sits and sings,
While her sweet babe she's rocking.
On Darien think, on dowie Glencoe;
On Murray, traitor, coward;
On Cumberland's blood-blushing hands,
And think on Charlie Stuart.
FINIS.
