The Village Doctor | ||
FINALE.
Dr.Come, wife, a buss, tho' I must own
I've sow'd for others reaping;
The draught a better deed had done,
To set your tongue a sleeping.
'Twas meant good humour to provoke,
If fast and sound I'd lock'd her,
My patients would enjoy the joke,
And ape the Village Doctor.
Chorus.
'Twas meant, &c.
Jack.
Your kindness makes this pinnace mine,
Love's harbour lays before us;
Polly.
With fond affection soon we'll join
In matrimonial chorus.
Dad meant good-humour to provoke,
If fast asleep he'd lock'd her,
His patients would enjoy the joke,
And ape the Village Doctor.
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In vain, old hubby, have you strove
Your lamb to be entrapping;
Eph.
By yea and nay, in making love,
Alack! they found me napping.
'Twas meant good humour to provoke,
If fast asleep he'd lock'd her,
His patients would enjoy the joke,
And ape the Village Doctor.
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