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THE WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN. 35
She be------, says the farmer, and to her he goes,
First roars in her ears, then tweaks her old nose, Hallo, Goody, what ails you ? Wake! woman, I say; I am come to make peace, in this desperate fray.
Adzooks, ope thine eyes, what a pother is here ! You've no right to compel her, you have not, I swear; Be ruled by your friends, kneel down and ask pardon, You'd be sorry, I'm sure, should she walk Covent Garden.
Alas! cries the old woman, and must I comply ? But I'd rather submit than the huzzy should die; Pooh, prithee be quiet, be friends and agree, You must surely be right, if you're guided by me.
Unwillingly awkward, the mother knelt down, While the absolute farmer went on with a frown, Come, kiss the poor child, there come, kiss and be friends! There, kiss your poor daughter, and make her amends.
No thanks to you, mother; the daughter replied :
But thanks to my friend here, I've humbled your pride. |
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