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I hope this will a warning be
unto all linen-weavers,
To always please the landlady,
and keep her in their favour.
THE LADY'S DIARY.
LECTUR'D by Pa and Ma o'er night,
Monday, at ten, quite vex’d and jealous,
Resolv'd in future to be right,
and never listen to the fellows!
Stitch'd half a wristband, read the text,
receiv’d a note from Mrs. Rackit:
I hate the woman, she sat next
all church-time, to sweet Captain Clackit.
Tuesday got scolded, did not care,
the toast was cold, 'twas past eleven,
I dreamt the Captain, through the air,
on Cupid’s wings bore me to heav’n!
Pouted and din’d, dress'd, look’d divine,
made an excuse, got Ma to back it;
Went to the play, what joy was mine!
talk’d loud & laugh’d with Captain Clackit.
Wednesday came down, no lark so gay!
the girl's quite alter’d, said my Mother;
Cry'd Dad, I recollect the day
when, Dearie, thou wert such another.
Danc’d, drew a landscape, skimn’d a play,
in the paper read that widow Flackit
To Gretna-Green had run away,
the forward minx! with Captain Ciackit.
