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In June, when May-flowers and May-flies
Paronomastically rise,
Ere yet the dog-star shoots his fire,
Prayers on all sides assail the 'Squire
From craving wife and coaxing daughters;
“Your hunting o'er, your hounds in quarters,
“And ere the moors demand your gun,
“Full two months interval to run—
“Oh! as you promised, Scarbro' show us,
“In the old coach you well can stow us:
“Yourself included, we're but seven,
“Betty, as eighth, keeps both sides even.
“Do, pray Sir, without and or if,
“Take a month's lodging on the Cliff.”
Paronomastically rise,
Ere yet the dog-star shoots his fire,
Prayers on all sides assail the 'Squire
From craving wife and coaxing daughters;
“Your hunting o'er, your hounds in quarters,
“And ere the moors demand your gun,
“Full two months interval to run—
“Oh! as you promised, Scarbro' show us,
“In the old coach you well can stow us:
“Yourself included, we're but seven,
“Betty, as eighth, keeps both sides even.
“Do, pray Sir, without and or if,
“Take a month's lodging on the Cliff.”
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