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The Improbability; Or, the Batchelor's
Diſlike to a Married Life.
AS I was a muſing in a grove,
all by myſelf as I ſuppos'd,
My mind did oft-times me remove,
but by no means could be compos'd;
At length by chance a friend I met,
which caus'd me long time to tarry,
Of me ſhe did intreat to tell her,
when I had a mind to marry.
When ſaffron grows on every tree,
and ev'ry ſtream flows milk and honey,
When ſugar grows in carrot fields,
and uſurers refuſe money;
And countrymen for judges ſit,
and Michaelmas falls in February,
When millers do their toll forget,
O then my love and I'll be married.
When Shrove-tide falls in Eaſter-week,
and Chriſtmas in the month of July,
When lawyers plead without a fee,
and taylors they deal juſt and truly;
When all deceit is quite put down,
and truth by all men is preferred,
When indigo dyes red and brown,
O then my love and I'll be married.
