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The boys cost you many a penny and shilling;
you breed them with pleasure, with trouble, & wee
But one turns a rake, and another a villain.—
my heart could not bear it, dear Doctor Monro.
The lasses are comely, and dear to my bosom;
but virtue and beauty has many a foe!
O think what may happen; just nipt in their blossom
Ah! merciful heaven! cease, Doctor Monro.
Dear Doctor, I’ll thank you to hand me my breeches
I’m better; I'll drink with you ere that you go;
I’ll never more sicken for women or riches,
but love my relations and Doctor Monro.
I plainly perceive, were I wedded to Christy,
my peace and my pleasures I needs must forego.
He still lives a bachelor; drinks when he’s thristy;
and sings like a lark, and loves Doctor Monro.
FINIS.
