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A SONGE OF A FINE SKOTT.
"Thy Hose and thy Dublett, which were full playne—to weare would cause a beggar payne—
Is turned nowe, well fare thy braine—that can by beggmge, this maintayne.
                     By my Fay, &c.

"Thy Jerkin made of the Northern Gray—which thowhast wore this manie a daye,
Is turned nowe to Spruce full gay—more sweeter than the Flowers in Maye,
                     By my Fay, &c.

"Thy Gerdill made of the whitt-lether-whange—which thow hast wore who knows how lange,
Is turned nowe to Velvett strange, imbrathered with Gould and Pearles amange.
                     By my Fay, &c.

"Thy Band, which thou didst use to weare—which scarce was washed iii times a yeare,
Is turned nowe to Cambricke clere—with broad Bone Lace up to the Eare.
                     By my Fay, &c.

"Thy blewe Bonnet when thow came hether—which kept thy Pate from winde and wether,
Is throwne away, and who can tell whether—and thou arte in thy Bonnet and Fether.
                     By my Fay, &c.

"The Breakfast thow gott every daye—was but Pease bread and kele full graye,
Is turned nowe to chere full gaye—served to thy Tabel in rich arraye.
                     By my Fay, &c.

"Thy Diner thow gott at xii a clock—for wante of Meate went twise to the Pott,
Is turned nowe—most happie lott—that such good luck lighth on a Skott
                     By my Fay, &c.

"When Super time did come at night—yow wonte to bedd with Stomach lighte,
But nowe a second course in sighte—is seene uppon thy Tabel righte.
                     By my Fay, &c.

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