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TO THE SAME,

WITH A PRESENT OF PICKLED OYSTERS.

I Hope, you'll not quarrel
With this little barrel;
Nor scornfully stickle
Against oysters in pickle,
Since so freely they pass
O'er your palate in sauce.
If the Critics look cross,
As if sauce should be sawce;
Let them tie their wit up,
While on oysters you sup:—
And as soon as you've done,
If their tongues then must run,
Let them take for their pains, what these tubs left behind 'em,
And lick the shells clean—if they know, where to find 'em!