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THE Sun had loos'd his weary Team,
  And turn'd his Steeds a grazing;
Ten Fathoms deep in Neptunes Stream,
  His Thetis was embracing:
The Stars they tripp'd in the Firmament,
  Like Milkmaids on a May-day;
Or Country Lasses a Mumming sent,
  Or School Boys on a Play-day.

Apace came on the grey-ey'd Morn,
  The Herds in Fields were lowing;
And 'mongst the Poultry in the Barn,
  The Ploughman's Cock sate crowing:
When Roger dreaming of Golden Joys,
  Was wak'd by a bawling Rout, Sir;
For Cisly told him, he needs must rise,
  His Juggy was crying out, Sir.

Not half so quickly the Cups go round,
  At the tapping a good Ale Firkin;
As Roger, Hosen and Shoon had found,
  And Button'd his Leather Jerkin:
Gray Mare was saddl'd with wondrous speed,
  With Pillion on Buttock right Sir;
And thus he to an old Midwife ride,
  To bring the poor Kid to light, Sir.

Up, up dear Mother, then Roger crys,
  The Fruit of my Labour's now come;
In Juggy's Belly it sprawling lies,
  And cannot get out till you come:
I'll help it, crys the old Hag, ne'er doubt,
  Thy Jug shall be well again, Boy;
I'll get the Urchin as safely out,
  As ever it did get in, Boy.

The Mare now bustles with all her feet,
  No whipping or Spurs were wanting;
At last into the good House they get,
  And Mew, soon cry'd the bantling: