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Had I smelt out the coose e'en but nine weeks ago I'd never a had tha ould bellar I know But a vow'd and a swear'd that ef I'd be his wife That I never should lack ale the days o ma Life And a broft me a nacking and Com saave from Preen In ma Conshance thoft I, I shall live like a Queen Buttes plagy puneching, od rat es ould head To be pooted and flopp'd so, I wish a wur dead Why a spent half as fargings laast Saturday night Like enow by this time tes gone every doit But I'll tame the ould Dowle, afor it es long If I caant with me biestis I wull me ma Tongue

[dotted line across page] A New Song Tune Religions a Politic Law

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This song you may sing or may read T'will suit both the old and the young For X [Symbol: Christ] is like Athanasians Creed It may either be read or be sung

2. [underlined] The gen'ral Election draws near At wch most of our Boroughs are glad Tis the time you may venture to sewar That one half of the nation grows mad

3 [underlined] [note in margin: Hawkins[?] ?re?ther]

As Treg'ny the game is begun But no one knows how it will end For Sir C___r . [underlined, x - I believe this is where the margin note is meant to be read] leads up the Fun And Barwell has money to spend

[word in margin - A nabob.]