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Old Gammer Cook.
As Mother Cook went t'other day
To do the Deed of Nature,
VVhat lay in the way, instead of Hay,
But reverend Observator?
To do the Deed of Nature,
VVhat lay in the way, instead of Hay,
But reverend Observator?
She took it up, and read a Scrap:
Alas! (quoth she) 'tis pity
That Nock shou'd ever have a wipe
VVith Pamphlateer so witty!
Alas! (quoth she) 'tis pity
That Nock shou'd ever have a wipe
VVith Pamphlateer so witty!
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O ingrateful world! must this learn'd Sire
Be dawb'd, to save our Fingers,
The bawling, Ballad-making-Squire,
That makes such work for Singers?
Be dawb'd, to save our Fingers,
The bawling, Ballad-making-Squire,
That makes such work for Singers?
VVas Towzer and Fidlerio too,
VVhip-Cat, and Antipendium,
Inferiour Clergy's Guide, I tro,
That strikes Dissenting Men dumb?
VVhip-Cat, and Antipendium,
Inferiour Clergy's Guide, I tro,
That strikes Dissenting Men dumb?
He whips VVhig-Conventicle Doggs,
And Jears old Fox's Martyrs,
He whips the Sister-Saints, and flogs
Susanna's Bouncing Daughters.
And Jears old Fox's Martyrs,
He whips the Sister-Saints, and flogs
Susanna's Bouncing Daughters.
Thus far she trumpeted his Praise,
And (squitter squatter) guilt his Bays.
And (squitter squatter) guilt his Bays.
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