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Prithee Moses you read, for I can't proceed,
And bury the corps in my stead, Amen! Amen!
Why Moses you're wrong, pray hold still your tongue,
You've taken the tale for the head;
O where's thy sting, death? put the corpse in the earth,
For, believe me, 'tis terr'ble weather,
So the corpse was interr'd, without saying a word,
And away they both stagger'd together.
JACKEY BULL.
IN Jackey Bull, when bound for France,
The gosling you discover;
But taught to ride, to fence, and prance,
A finish'd goose comes over.
With his tierce and carte, sa, sa,
And his cotillon so smart, ha, ha,
He charms each female heart, oh! la!
As Jackey returns from Dover.
For cocks and dogs see 'squire at home,
The prince of country tonies,
Return'd from Paris, Spa, or Rome,
Our 'squire a nice adonis.
With his tierce and carte, sa! sa!
And his cotillon so smart, ha! ha!
He charms the female heart, oh la!
The pink of macaronies.
COME
