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The Batchelors Song.
Like a Dog with a Bottle, fast ty'd to his tail,Like Vermin in a Trap, or a Thief in a Jail,
Like a Tory in a Bog,
Or an Ape with a Clog:
Such is the man, who when he might go free,
Does his liberty loose,
For a Matrimony noose,
And sells himself into captivity.
The Dog he do's howl, when the Bottle does jog,
The Vermin, the Thief, and the Tory in vain
Of the Trap, of the Jail, of the Quagmire complain.
But welfare poor Pug! for he plays with his Clog;
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Yet he lugs it, and he hugs it, as a man does his Wife.
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