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  And all as they wish'd, would be;
    The Jacobite Jade,
    Talk'd as if she was mad,
In hopes to have had Twangdillo, Twang, &c.

A Vintner's fat Widow then straight was view'd,
  Whose Cuckold had pick'd up some Pelf:
He had kill'd half his Neighbours with Wine he'd brew'd,
  And lately had Poyson'd himself.
    With Bumpers of Claret,
    No Souse paying for it,
  She'd Roger's Companion be;
    Strike Fist on the Board,
    Huzza was the Word,
Come Kiss me ador'd Twangdillo, Twang, &c.

But Roger resolv'd not to be her Man,
  And so gave a loose to the next,
The Niece of a Canting Bleer-Ey'd Non Con,
  That stifly could canvass a Text.
    A Dame in Cheapside too,
    Would fain be his Bride too,
  And make him of London free;
    But no Lass wou'd down
    In Country or Town,
So purse-proud was grown, Twangdillo, Twang, &c.

Till at last pretty Nancy, a Farmer's Joy,
  That newly a Milking had been,
Round-fac'd, Cherry-cheek'd, with a smirking Eye,
  Came tripping it over the Green:
    She mov'd like a Goddess,
    And in her lac'd Bodice,
  A Span she could hardly be;
    Her Hips were plump grown,
    And her Hair a dark Brown;
'Twas she that brought down Twangdillo, Twangdillo,
Twangdillo, Twangdillo, young lusty Twangdillo, Twangdee.