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Boused with me, Midnight waking,
And a Looking-glass there taking:
Chamber-pot was hol'd quite thorow,
Which made me lie wet till Morrow.
Thence to Bruarton, old Claudus
Did approve us and applaud us;
Where I heard a woful bleating,
A curst Wife her Husband beating:
Neighbour rode for this Default-a,
While I dy'd my Front with Malt-a.
Thence to * Litchfield, went I right on,
Where I chanced to invite one:
A Curmudgeon rich, but nasty,
To a Supper of a Pasty:
Having sipt, and supt, and ended,
What I spent, the Miser lended.
Thence to Coleshill, to a Shamble,
Like an old Fox I did ramble
Down nasty Cellar, Wife inviting,
All while cursed Bear was biting:
But the Butcher having made
The Fire his Bed, no more I staid.
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