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A Tale of a Beau and a Barber.
A story reach'd my Ears some Days ago,Which happen'd 'twixt a Barber and a Beau.
The fluttering Fop came to get bare his Chin,
To kiss the softer at the secret Sin.
The Shaver he was paddling clean his Shop,
Gave to his Wife the Razor and the Soap,
Who was a buxum Frow, both Blyth and fair,
She trimm'd the Youth and pulveriz'd his Hair;
And he, thro' Kindness, like a bawdy Beau,
Did feel the Buckle of her Furbelow.
Her Husband heard a stuggle with his Wife,
Came with the Paddle to decide the Strife,
Repeted Blows upon his Beauship's Snout,
Until the Blood as fast as Oaths came out.
He curs'd and cry'd, and to a Surgeon fled,
Relating all the Villain Barber did,
Surpriz'd, the Surgeon, says, ‘You scare can stand,
‘What, had you ne'er a Weapon in your Hand?
My Hand, quoth he, did with his Wife's Flesh meddle,
But what was that, you Blockhead, to a Paddle.
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