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ON ANGLING. 15 |
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Said her dear mamma, pray what did he do ? Did he give you a kiss or a billet doux ? Oh, no, says she with a toss of her head, But he jogles me so, 'tis so shocking ill bred.
Ri too ral, &c.
I vow if he still persists in his suit, I'll box the ears of the impudent, brute ; But an oister dandy saw the maid, Oh, split me says he if I'm afraid.
Ri too ral, &c.
So tighter he braced his corset shell, And strutted away with a broadway swell, And he told the maid as he twirl'd his seal, He'd die at her feet if a dandy could kneel.
Ri too ral, &e. Oh, sir, said she, since that can't be, You know you can hang yourself on a tree ; And the oister rav'd, but no said she, You never shall die of scorn for me.
Ri too ral, &c.
So she gave him her ruby red hand to kiss, And he felt like a fish in a sea of bliss ; But the crab he cock'd his hat in their faces, And challenged the oister to fight at two paces.
Ri too ral, &c. The ground was mark'd and they took their stand, And a Barnacle gave the word of command; They took their aim, and the oister fell, But, alas ! the worst of the tale's to tell.
Ri too ral, &e. |
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