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Enter the Bag-piper.
Bag-piper good lucke on you,Th'art a man for my money,
Him the Beares love better then Honey.
How he tickles up his skill,
With his Bladder and his Quill,
How he swels till he blister,
While he gives his mouth a Glister.
Nor yet does his Physicke greive him;
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For a try'd Apothecary,
But the Harper comes in to releive him.
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