LORD BIRKINs LAMENTATION.
To the Tune of, Fy gar rub her, etc.
Didnt I free thee, vilest as thou art,
From the Rapacious Hands of ----- -----
Lord Birkins Rapsodys.
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(1)
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FY C----r, Robber, Robber,
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Do I live to see this Day,
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Sure neer Peer was treated scrubber,
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My Birkin ravishd quite away.
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Fy C---r, etc.
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(2)
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Blush to think, how vilest Traitor,
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You at Causway-side confind,
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My yielding Brucia, coud the Creature
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Fly and leave her Lord behind.
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Fy C---r, etc.
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(3)
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I can give her Legs of Lamb, Sir,
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I can Play her Duncan Gray,
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You perhaps may Curse and Damn, Sir;
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Or, Gar Rub her oer wi Strae.
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Fy C----r, etc.
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(4)
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Come my Birkin, stay no longer,
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Hear my Prayer, else I die,
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Come and stanch my amorous Hunger,
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M---- loves not more than I.
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Fy C----r, etc.
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(5)
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AEtherial Jove in his high Turret,
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Sits with Juno on his Knee,
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I with you woud chuse a Garret,
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And be happier far than he.
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Fy C----r, etc.
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(6)
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Since you false prove, and Disloyal,
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Prone this Soul of mine to kill,
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The Whore of Bablon I enjoy will,
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On the Temples Pinacle.
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