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BLowzabella my bouncing Doxie,
  Come let's trudge it to Kirkham Fair,
There's stout Liquor enough to Fox me,
  And young Cullies to buy thy Ware.
She. Mind your Matters ye Sot without medling
  How I manage the sale of my Toys,
Get by Piping as I do by Pedling,
  You need never want me for supplies.
He. God-a-mercy my Sweeting, I find thou think'st fitting,
  To hint by this twitting, I owe thee a Crown;
She. Tho' for that I've been staying, a greater Debt's paying,
  Your rate of delaying will never Compound.
He. I'll come home when my Pouch is full,
  And soundly pay thee all old Arrears;
She. You'll forget it your Pate's so dull,
  As by drowzy Neglect appears.
He. May the Drone of my Bag never hum,
  If I fail to remember my Blowze;
She. May my Buttocks be ev'ry ones Drum,
  If I think thou wilt pay me a Souse.
He. Squeakham, Squeakham, Bag-pipe will make 'em,
  Whisking, Frisking, Money brings in;
She. Smoaking, Toping, Landlady groping,
  Whores and Scores will spend it again.
He. By the best as I guess in the Town,
  I swear thou shalt have e'ery Groat;
She. By the worst that a Woman e'er found,
  If I have it will signify nought;