A new Song set by Mr: Leueridge.
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The Sun was Just setting the Reaping was done,
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& over the Common I tript it alone,
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when whom Shou'd I meet but young Dick of our Town,
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who Swore ere I went I shou'd have a green Gown.
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He prest me I stumbled,
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he pust me, I tumbled,
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he kist me I grumbled,
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but Still he kist on,
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Then rose and went from me as soon as he'ad done
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If he be not hamper'd for serving me soe
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may I be worse rumpled,
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worse tumbled, and Jumbled,
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where ever, where ever I goe.
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Beforeand Old Iustice I Summond the Spark,
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And how do you think I was serv'd by his Clark,
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He pull'd out his Inkhorn and ask'd me his fee,
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You now shall relate the whole bisness quoth he,
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he prest me etc.
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The Iustice then came & tho grave was his look,
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Seem'd to wish I wou'd kiss him insted of the Book,
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He whisperd his Clark then and leaveing the Place,
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I was had to his Chamber to open my Case,
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he prest me etc.
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I went to our Parson to make my Complaint,
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He look'd like a Bacchus but preach'd like a Saint,
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He said weshou'd Soberly Nature Refresh,
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Then nine times he Urg'd me to humble the flesh,
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He prest me I stumbled,
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He pusht me I tumbled,
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He kist me I grumbled,
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But still he kist on,
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Then rose & went from me as soon as he'd don,
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If he be not hamper'd for serving me soe,
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May I be worse rumpled,
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Worse tumbled, & Iumbled,
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Where ever, where ever I goe.
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