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Air XXXVI.—Irish Trot.
POLLY.I am bubbled81.
LUCY.
I'm bubbled.
POLLY.
O how I am troubled!
LUCY.
Bambouzled, and bit!
POLLY.
My Distresses are doubled.
LUCY.
When you come to the Tree, should the Hangman refuse, These Fingers, with Pleasure, could fasten the Noose.
POLLY.
I'm bubbled, &c.
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