stobb'd in my ----
_This way_, &c.

I met with a Butcher a killing a Calf,
I then stepp'd to him and cryed out half:
At his first denial I fell very sick,
And he said it was all for a touch of his ----
_This way_, &c.

I met with a Fencer a going to School,
I told him at Fencing he was but a Fool;
He had but three Rapiers and they were all blunt,
And told him he should no more play at my ----
_This way_, &c.

I met with a Barber with Razor and Balls,
He fligger'd and told me for all my brave alls;
He would have a stroke, and his words they were blunt,
I could not deny him the use of my ----
_This way_, &c.

I met with a Fidler a Fidling aloud,
He told me he had lost the Case of his Croud;
I being good natur'd as I was wont,
Told him he should make a Case of my ----
_This way, and that way, and which way you can,
For the Fairest of Women will lye with a Man._

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ KING.

When on her Eyes,
When on her Eyes,
My happy Stars I gaze,
A strange Commotion seizes every part.
Fain would I speak, fain would I speak,
The cause of my Disease;
But fear to tell the Story of my Heart.
Her look severe,
Her look severe,
Yet O endearing awes,
Yet O endearing awes,
The Women's Envy,
The Women's Envy,
But Mankind's applause,
But Mankind's applause.

_Miss_ CUDDY.

[Music]

Poor _Sawney_ had marry'd a Wife,
And he knew not what to do with her;
For she'd eat more Barly-bread,
Then he knew how to give her:
We'll all sup together, we'll all sup, _&c._
We'll make no more Beds than one,
'Till _Jove_ sends warmer Weather.
We'll all lig together, we'll all lig together,
We'll make no more Beds than one,
'Till _Jove_ sends warmer Weather.

We'll put the Sheep's-head in the Pot,
The Wool and the Horns together;
And we will make Broth of that,
And we'll all sup together,
We'll all sup together, we'll all sup together,
We'll make no more Beds than one,
'Till _Jove_ sends warmer Weather,
We'll all lig together, _&c._

The Wool shall thicken the Broth,
The Horns shall serve for Bread,
By this you may understand,
The Virtue that's in a Sheep's-head:
And we'll all sup together, we'll all sup together,
We'll make no more Beds than one,
'Till _Jove_ sends warmer Weather,
And we'll all lig together, _&c._

Some shall lig at the H