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TT^ID you erer hear of Captain Wattle? -lL^ He wasallforlove,aiul a little for the bottle^ Wc know not, though pains we have ta'cn to inquire, If gunpowder he invented, or the Thames set on
Than sweet Miss Roe none ever look'd fiercer,
When wedded, he became lord and master, depend ou't;
He had but one leg, but he'd a foot at the end on't,
Which, of government when she would fain hold the bridle,
He took special caution, should never lie idle: 1 3 So,
With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too,
As the sunshine or rain may prevail; With a small spot of ground, for the use of the spade too.
And a barn, for the use of the flail:
And a purse when a friend wants to borrow, I'll envy no nabob his riches or fame,
Or what honours may wait him to-morrow.
From the bleak northern blast may ray cot be completely Secur'd by a neighbouring hill; And at night may repose steal upon mc more sweetly By the sound of a murmuring rill; And while peace and plenty I find at my board,
Willi a heart free from sickness and sorrow, With my friends I will share what to-day may afford, And let them spread the table to-morrow.
And when I at last must throw off this frail covering, Which I've worn for three score years and ten, On the brink of the grave I'll not seek to keep hov'ring, Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again: But my tace in the glass I'll serenely survey,
And,with smiles,count each wrinkle and furrow, As this old worn-out stuff, which is threadbare to-day, May become everlasting to-morrow.