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THE FATTEST OF THE FAT.

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Air—‘O, Nanny, wilt thou gang wi' me.’

O Whelpus! wilt thou go to sea,
And leave the hissing, ill-bred town?
Can knotty brows give pain to thee?
A severed rib, or fractured crown?
Sublimely deck't with bags of green,
Sublimely waving round thy hat,
Say, wilt thou quit each beastly scene,
Where thou art fattest of the fat?

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O Whelpus! may thy Milan Leech,
Give thee a bite full sharp and sore,
Upon thy huge protuberant breech,
Where many a leech has sat before.
Or may thy faithful Cooke prepare
A treat of Milan brothel chat,
On which with gloating eyes thou'lt stare,
Where thou art fattest of the fat?
And wilt thou send that costly treat
Down to the starred and mitred race,
And order them to swallow it,
To give thy itching temples peace?
And wilt thou call thy wife a ---
A strumpet, jade, and God knows what?
As if thyself wert chaste and pure,
Where thou art fattest of the fat.
But should thy wife prove spotless now,
For all that has been done and said,
And prove the knobs upon thy brow,
To be but brandy pimples red;
Then say, how would'st thou scratch thy head,
Draw down thy brows, look develish flat,
Nor comfort find in Heref—d's bed,
Where oft thou'rt fattest of the fat?