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1st These lines I waite for to unfold A certain match as I've been told The man a Cook the girl a Brewer The thing is strange but seldom truer 2nd This cook he had a certain mess He often gives this pretty lass He Cook'd so well and fed with broth [...ial?] she took a second growth [3rd? ] was at a loss then what to do As he'd cooked now she must brew She brewed at first without success For cook refused to join the mess 4th Then when she took another scheme Employing all the Brewer's [means?] To view the thing how [she? ] look To turn a Brewer into a Cook 5th Old pat the mother of all the clan She studied the stars to form a plan Both young and old Black and white Studied planets all one night 6th When all the affair was brewed and done She call'd young