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He cries; Open, something fears him;
But the deaf Adder never hears him.
Thus my Entrance was descried,
While the Weaver was denied;
Who as he fumed, fret, and frowned,
With a Chamber-pot was crowned:
Wisely silent, he ne'er grudged
That his Betty with me lodged.
A Piper being here committed,
Guilty found, condemn'd and titted:
As he was to Knavesmyre going,
This Day, quoth Boys, will spoil thy
blowing;
From thy Pipe th'art now departing;
Wags, quoth th' Piper, you're not certain.
All which happen'd to our Wonder,
For the Halter cut assunder,
As one of all Life deprived,
Being bury'd, he revived:
And there lives, and plays his Measure,
Holding hanging but a Pleasure.
Thence to Towlerton, where those Stagers,
Or Horse-coursers run for Wagers:
Near to the Highway the Course is,
Where they ride and run their Horses;
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