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The TAIL.
A maiden fair, in bloom of life,
Free from the longings of a wife,
Virtue and Truth her bail;
At dinner sat with blushing cheeks,
And while all round her ate lamb-steaks,
Her fancy caught the Tail.
Free from the longings of a wife,
Virtue and Truth her bail;
At dinner sat with blushing cheeks,
And while all round her ate lamb-steaks,
Her fancy caught the Tail.
This harmless thought, the loin's extreme,
Can only satisfy her aim,
She sighs for this regale;
Oh! had I safe the wish'd-for prize
Upon my plate, maugre the eyes
That view the charming Tail!
Can only satisfy her aim,
She sighs for this regale;
Oh! had I safe the wish'd-for prize
Upon my plate, maugre the eyes
That view the charming Tail!
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Modesty join'd by bashful Fear,
Secretly whisper'd in her ear,
Dear girl, the world will rail,
And say, maid's conduct's in the wane,
When they can't appetite restrain,
But must long for a Tail.
Secretly whisper'd in her ear,
Dear girl, the world will rail,
And say, maid's conduct's in the wane,
When they can't appetite restrain,
But must long for a Tail.
Honour, her guardian, to her cries,
Let go surmises, seize the prize,
For Slander won't prevail:
Trembling she snatch'd the harmless joint,
She blush'd, all smil'd, she gain'd the point,
And eat the luscious Tail.
Let go surmises, seize the prize,
For Slander won't prevail:
Trembling she snatch'd the harmless joint,
She blush'd, all smil'd, she gain'd the point,
And eat the luscious Tail.
Since then her fears are hush'd and gone,
But of the joint is yet quite fond;
Yea, when the lambkins fail
She further seeks; not all the roast
At Christmas time can gain the boast
Of Betsy's grunter's tail.
But of the joint is yet quite fond;
Yea, when the lambkins fail
She further seeks; not all the roast
At Christmas time can gain the boast
Of Betsy's grunter's tail.
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Thus fancy varies oft, we find,
From lamb to pig, a fickle mind
Changes with ev'ry meal;
But should it never breed more ill
Than mirth, may maidens take their fill,
And change from Tail to Tail.
From lamb to pig, a fickle mind
Changes with ev'ry meal;
But should it never breed more ill
Than mirth, may maidens take their fill,
And change from Tail to Tail.
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