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 MOLLY WHITE 
 
 O R T H E 
 
 BRIDE BEWITCHEa 
 
 A TALE. 
 
 By D. KELLY Efq. 
 
 
 LONDON. 
 
 Priuted for William Griffin, in Catharine Street in the Strand*. 
 
 MDCCLXVII,
 
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 MOLLY WHITE> 
 
 O R T HE 
 
 BRIDE BEWITCHED. 
 
 'HEN Edward* reign'd, thatchief of high renown. 
 In Kent there liv'd a rich good natur'd clown, 
 Who taught his friends to praife his Chriftmafs beer, 
 And made his landlord merry twice a year, 
 Still ply'd his guefts with coarfe, but harmlefs jokes. 
 And was much lik'd by all the gentle folks. 
 xAn only child (death fwept away the reft) 
 A beauteous daughter all his care confeft : 
 
 * Edward the Third.
 
 6 MOLLY WHITE. 
 
 For love her lips and coal-black eyes were made ; 
 
 Her iilver treffes on her flioulders ftray'd ; lo 
 
 Good-humour fiill fat frailing on her face ; 
 
 She lung with fweetnefs as (lie danc'd with grace; 
 
 And when fhe fpoke none thought fhe fpoke too long, 
 
 Her fpeech was fcarce lefs charming than her fong. 
 
 In cotton drefs'd each holy-day {he fhone ; 
 
 At church all eyes were fix'd oa her alone ; 
 
 Where'er fhe went her company was fought,- 
 
 Rich fairings too from all the fairs flic brought ; 
 
 Such precious gifts no other maid cou'd boaft, 
 
 For Molly White was ev'ry fhepherd's toaft. 20 
 
 Now iixteen winters had run o'er her head, 
 And nature told her 'twas full time to wed : 
 No fond admirer durft her lips profane. 
 But her fair hand was fqueez'd by cv'ry fwain ; 
 Love's milder joys thus gently warm'd her breaft 
 And morning vifions hinted all the reft. 
 Such dreams as griev'd or gave her heart delight 
 To her dear Bridg(;t* fhe reveal'd at night: 
 
 * The ii.i\aiit maid.
 
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 Dircourfing ft ill, as in one bed they lay, 
 
 Sleep ne'er approach'd them 'till the dawn of day : 30 
 
 The felf fame thing a thoufand ways they faid, 
 
 For maids are wondrous eloquent in bed. 
 
 Sometimes they faften'd on a rival's name, 
 
 But wedlock always was their fav'rite theme : 
 
 Each lover's merits were with judgment weigh'dj 
 
 This man was rich, but clumfy, and ill made; 
 
 That, richer ftill, with grizly hair was crown'd ; 
 
 And one had youth that was not worth a pound. 
 
 Some happy months in thefe amufements paft, 
 This virgin fix'd her wavering heart at lafl:: 40 
 
 Fix'd for a day! the learn'd can ne'er agree, 
 Yet fure the ftars know fomething more' than we ; 
 While eager maids fome fhort-liv'd choice purfue, 
 Fate ftalks behind and laughs at all they do. 
 
 'Twas now the feafon when th' induftrious fvvain 
 His corn and hay fecures from wind and rain ; 
 When flocks of geefe in new-fliorn fields are fcdj 
 And ev'ry beggar gives God thanks for bread :
 
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 A marriage feafl made all the village gay ; 
 
 There flio-ne the neighbours in their beft array. 'cja 
 
 Our worthy clown, his wife and daughter fair, 
 
 The 'fquire himfelf and his kind fpoufe were there :. 
 
 A fmoaking bowl diffus'd its joys around. 
 
 The fiddle fqueak'd, the dancers fhook the ground. 
 
 A flaunting taylor, lately come from town, 
 
 Whofe nimble heels had fought and gain'd renown,, 
 
 His chioceft capers on the floor difplay'd; 
 
 And who cou'd match him but our lovely maid? 
 
 With equal time they wheel'd, they funk, they rofe. 
 
 Their locks behind kept meafure with their toes : 6c 
 
 A comely pair! this ev'ry tongue confefl:. 
 
 The good old priefl: was ravifh'd like the reft : 
 
 But honeft Tom* cou'd not conceal his joy, 
 
 With eager arms he clafp'd the London boy.. 
 
 The dances ended a foft air they fung. 
 
 Again the cottage with applaufes rung; 
 
 He view'd his partner with a lover's eyes. 
 
 His beauteous partner made as kind replies : 
 
 The Ample maid cou'd fcarce conceal her fmart, 
 
 For Dick was now the Foreman of her heart. 7a 
 
 » The father of Moll White,.
 
 M O L L Y W H I T E. 9 
 
 Along the board a fecret whifper ran. 
 
 All fald the taylor was a fweet young man ; 
 
 So fpruce a lad with fuch a noble trade 
 
 Deferv'd a wife — in fliort the match was made. 
 
 The beer was brew'd, the wedding gown was bought, 
 
 A ring provided, and a licence fought. 
 
 All things were ready for the nuptial day : 
 
 Molly was chearful as the month of May : 
 
 The bridegroom ftill fat gazing by her fide, 
 
 And ev'ry moment fome new charm difcry'd: 80 
 
 No hen was e'er more careful of her young ; 
 
 Upon her hand, upon her lips he hung j 
 
 With ev'ry kifs he did his vows renew. 
 
 As oft fhe fwore to be for ever true, 
 
 But fate, relentlefs fate, had fomething elfe in view. 
 
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 Jufl: at this time the 'fquire's old huntfman dy'd. 
 The pious neighbours flock'd from ev'ry (ide ; 
 Some ftrangers too from diftant places came. 
 For honeft Rinojwood was well known to fame. 
 A wake fo crowded ne'er was feen before : 90 
 
 Their funday coats the fmirking peafants wore, 
 
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 And ev'ry maid (as we may well fuppofe) 
 
 For fuch a place her beft apparel chofe. 
 
 Such was the noife as when at ev'ning hours 
 
 Rooks fcream and clatter round their dufky bowr's. 
 
 A fhepherd fwain, tall, beautiful and ftrong, 
 
 Hufh'd the rude clamour with a fav'rite fong } 
 
 In all the fports he held the foremoft place,. 
 
 And told a ftory with a wondrous grace. 
 
 Our am'rous maid furvey'd him o'er and o'er iqq 
 
 And felt a flame £he never felt before : 
 
 A fudden weight about her heart fhe found, 
 
 Her zone was loofen'd and her breaft unbound :; 
 
 The comely fwain to her affiftance flew ; 
 
 She fqueez'd his hand and with a flgh withdrew. 
 
 Three days together, to her room confin'd, 
 
 She nurs'd the pleaflng fever of her mind. 
 
 Strange revolution ! Dick cou'd charm no more: 
 
 Kate * florm'd, her aunt advis'd, her father fwore : 
 
 The prieft himfclf exerted all his pow'r : iio: 
 
 '' Ah ! what a fln to let the beer grow four ! 
 
 * The mother of Moll White. 
 
 ** And
 
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 *' And why fhould children give their parents pain ?" 
 Thefe weighty arguments he iirg'd in vain : 
 Good council may fome appetites remove, 
 But preaching ne'er can quench the flame of love. 
 Moll fcarce cou'd reft, fuch thoughts difturb'd her head ; 
 She wifh'd for death or fomething in its ftead : 
 Silent and fad the joylefs days fbe paft, 
 And ev'ry night feem'd longer than the laft : 
 Bridget no more her penflve foul cou'd chear ; 120 
 
 MuHck itfelf was poifon to her ear : 
 To fortune-tellers {lie difclos'd her pain, 
 And ev'ry remedy was try'd in vain. 
 At length (fure heav'n Her fecret wiflies heard) 
 Roger, the fwain belov'd, at church appear'd ; 
 All eyes with wonder the fair youth furvey'd, 
 . While his were fix'd on our enchanting maid : 
 Like her's, his bofom felt a tender flame. 
 And honefl: wedlock was his only aim. 
 Firfh to the prieft he whifper'd his deflgn, 130 
 
 And brib'd his rev'rence with a full-fed fwine : 
 A prudent ftep (this ev'ry one may guefs) 
 All his propofals met with due fuccefs.. 
 
 Moll
 
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 JMoll was o'erjoycd, the willing parties din'd : 
 
 With mutual pleafure was the contradl fign'd ; 
 
 The future marriage was at church proclaim'd, 
 
 The day was fix'd, and all the guefts were nam'd : 
 
 Three weathers bled, a fatted calf was flain, 
 
 And lambs and kids for mercj cry'd in vain. 
 
 Meantime th' unhappy taylor loft his reft, 140 
 
 Love, fhame and rage at once his mind poflcft : 
 
 Wild with defpair from houfe to houfe he ftray'd, 
 
 Accus'd his ftars, and curs'd the faithlefs maid. 
 
 Revenge he vow'd on his fuccefsful foe, 
 
 But ftill he knew not how to give the b'ow; 
 
 With arms alone it was in vain to ftrive, 
 
 For the young fhepherd fear'd no man alive. 
 
 Refolv'd at length fome other means to try, 
 
 (For now, alas ! the wedding day drew nigh) 
 
 The mighty ruler of a fchool he fought, 150 
 
 Much fam'd for cunning, and with learning fraught : 
 
 Like Merlin fkill'd in ev'ry fecret art, 
 
 He had the book of knowledge all by heart : 
 
 Young lovers dreams with eafe he cou'd expound; 
 
 Loft maiden-heads and ftoleii hearts he found : 
 
 The
 
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 The ufe of philtres no man knew (o v/ell ; 
 
 His breath alone cou'd break a magick fpell ; 
 
 To joylefs hufbands he cou'd peace reftore, 
 
 And make fond wives of thofe that rail'd before. 
 
 His defp'rate cafe the weeping lover told, 1 60 
 
 And feconded his fad complaint with gold : 
 
 Money, like mufick, foftens ev'ry heart ; 
 
 The fcholar promis'd to employ his art. 
 
 A coat he borrow'd from a neighb'ring fwain, 
 
 (A fcarlet coat that ferv'd in Harold's reign) 
 
 A greafy night-cap well japan'd with fmoak, 
 
 A beggar's wallet and a beggar's cloak : 
 
 Next with fome juice his face and hands he fmears, 
 
 And fhades his chin with artificial hairs ; 
 
 With crutches then his drooping frame fuftains, 170 
 
 And groans and trembles with diflembled pains. 
 
 The wizard thus in borrow'd feathers bold, 
 
 (Not more Ulyffes was difguis'd of old) 
 
 To Tom's gay cottage bent his fleps, and found 
 
 Our blooming bride with knots and garlands crown'd : 
 
 The doors, the walls with frag-rant boughs were drefi:. 
 
 And bufy Kate prepar'd the nuptial feafi. 
 
 D Heav'n
 
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 Heav'n guard, he cry'd, thyfelf, thy fpoufe and daughter 
 
 From rabid dogs, from plagues, from fire and water. 
 
 Moll flar'd! what art thou, honeft man^ fays Kate? i8o 
 
 One, he reply'd, that reads the book of fate. 
 
 In hell from ten to fifteen years of age, 
 
 I ferv'd a Clirlfiian monarch as a page; 
 
 Thence fnatch'd to heav'n I dwelt in Capricorn, 
 
 Under whofe fign moft marry'd men are born :. 
 
 There firft with angels I convcrs'd, and. there 
 
 I heard the mufick of each heav'nly fphere. 
 
 Whole days I bafk'd in Venus' fultry ray; 
 
 Whole nights 1 wander'd o'er the milky way ; 
 
 Three joyous fummers in the moon I pad, 190 
 
 And faw the fky that ne'er was overcaft. 
 
 The groves of gold ftill breathing am'rous flameS) 
 
 The filver mountains, and the lake of dreams. 
 
 Whence glitt'ring fwarms of female fouls arife, 
 
 Some fliap'd like bees, and fome like butterflies. 
 
 From thence to earth, my native place, I came : 
 
 On earth I wedded a young fairy dame. 
 
 Such are our joys as mortals ne'er can tafte : 
 
 Sometimes we ramble on the wat'ry wafte ; 
 
 Sometimes
 
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 Sometimes In fiir our filken wings we try, 200 
 
 And drink the nedrar of a purer fky.' 
 
 While winter reigns we revel under ground; 
 
 But when with corn the fragrant fields are crown'd. 
 
 O'er hills and dales, a fportive train, we rove 
 
 And ride the winds that whiflle thro' the srove. 
 
 Our a6live chiefs make all mankind their care : 
 
 Some in the mines the glitt'ring ore prepare ; 
 
 Some rule in war ; feme teach the waves to roll, 
 
 And guide the fleets that feek the fouthern pole, 
 
 Mine is the tafk (for fo the fates decreed) 
 
 In fertile fields to nurfe the fwelling feed j 210 
 
 To check the froft that vernal greens deforms ; 
 
 To calm the rage of rude autumnal florms ; 
 
 From dogs to guard the tender lambs, and fave 
 
 The roving heifers from a wat'ry grave ; 
 
 From flecping babes to chafe the midnight foe, 
 
 And teach their teeth without a tear to grow;. 
 
 For longing maids fit hufbands to provide, 
 
 To chear the bridegroom and to charm the bride. 
 
 A faithful glafs, whofe counfels I purfue, 220 
 
 Brings all the paft and prefent to my view ; 
 
 Tauo-ht
 
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 Taught by this mirror, that refleds the mind, 
 
 I fee the fecret views of all mankind. 
 
 In hell itfelf a judge's place I claim ; 
 
 My voice alone the jarring fiends can tame ; 
 
 I make the Devil from his cavern rife, 
 
 And dance a rigadoon before my eyes. 
 
 Blefs me ! fays Moll, don't raife your devils here : 
 
 Fair nymph ! quoth he, thou haft no caufe to fear ; 
 
 Of all the maids that earth's wide bounds contain 230 
 
 Thou art the deareft to th' aerial train : 
 
 Thrice did our gentle Queen thy name repeat, 
 
 And thrice {he wept at thy impending fate. 
 
 How blind is love I Ah Moll be warn'd by me : 
 
 Men are not always what they feem to be. 
 
 Roger has ftrength a ftubborn oak to cut ; 
 
 Roger is young, fedate, good-natur'd, but — 
 
 Wedlock's a dang'rous thing — alas ! I fear — 
 
 He faid, and whifper'd fomething in her ear. 
 
 A fudden palenefs all her face o'erflows, 240 
 
 Trembling and tott'ring to her bed fl:ie goes, 
 
 And fmks fupine ; Kate fhouting claps her hands; 
 
 In deep amaze the faithful Bridget ftands. 
 
 Whole
 
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 Whole fliow'rs of water in her face they threw ; 
 A mournful figh the beauteous patient drew r 
 To me, fhe cry'd, fure fortune is unkind, 
 My hopes are vanifh'd like a blaft of wind. 
 O'erwhelm'd with fliame, ah, whither fhall I fly ? 
 Was e'er a creature fo deceiv'd as I ? 
 Whom can I blame ? the choice was all my own : 250' 
 Alas ! I fix'd upon a worthlefs drone. 
 Roger has ev'ry fault that maids deteft, 
 A ftinking breath is worfe than all the reft ; 
 His face is flill disfigur'd with a frown : 
 Wretch that I was to think of fuch a clown I 
 An aukward lubbard ; an ill-rrianrier'd beaft ; 
 The little tradefmari is genteel at leaft : 
 -Him fhall I wed ; or l^ill a maid remain ; 
 But fure no man fhall make me weep again." 
 Tears choak'd her voice, "My child is loft," fays Kate, 
 " That rogue bewitch'd her with his book of fate." 
 The difmal news o'er all the village fpread, ^62- 
 
 Nay, fome reported that Moll White was dead. 
 To comfort Kate her neighb'ring goffips came^' 
 All foftly whifper'd 'twas a burning fhamei 
 
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 A coiuicil fat on our lamenting bride ; 
 
 The pow'r of witchcraft was feverely try'd ;. 
 
 The beggar's figure was defcrib'd. at large : 
 
 To him alone the wicked facfb they charge ; 
 
 A fairy prince in human fhape, no doubt, 2.70* 
 
 How hard to keep fuch keen intruders out ! 
 
 Xhro' key-holes, chimneys, ey'ry chink they creep>. 
 
 And tempt young virgins while they're faft alleep;; 
 
 If once enflam'dwith love, enjoy they muft, 
 
 For nothing lefs can fatisfy their lull : 
 
 Of this fome late examples they unfold r 
 
 Ah me ! what fad what wond'rous tales were told ! 
 
 A good old wife, more ikilful than the reft, 
 
 The bridal room with holy v/ater bleft ; . 
 
 St. John's wort, Speedwell, (herbs that can fecure 280 
 
 The frailefl virgin from a fpright impure) 
 
 In copious handfuls on the floor were fpread; 
 
 Some rcliques too were faflen'd to the bed; 
 
 Black-hafted knives were ftuck on either fide. 
 
 And ev'ry corner was well fortify'd. 
 
 The fun was now declining to the weft. 
 The time appointed for the nuptial feaft.
 
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 Tom, with the prieft (a welcome gueft) appear'd, 
 
 And found too true what he before had heard : 
 
 Was e'er a father plagu'd with fuch a evil ? 290 
 
 Ten times he gave his daughter to the devil. 
 
 The worthy Prieft, who long'd, perhaps, to dine, 
 
 Difplay'd his learning like a true divine : 
 
 In vain he thunder'd out from holy writ ; 
 
 Not e'en St. Paul eou'd make the bride fubmit : 
 
 To threats asid tears fhe anfwer'd with difdain, 
 
 Firm as a rock that braves the wind and rain. 
 
 A nd now the bridegroom with his brother came ; 
 
 Neat v/as their drefs, theit fiiie and fhape the fame j 
 
 His fpoufe's room he feeks without delay, 300 
 
 She fees, flic fcreams, fhe falls and fwoons away. 
 
 Was e'er a lover ftruck with fuch furprize ? 
 
 The crouded chamber rung with female cries. 
 
 Poor Roger, trembling for the fpeechlefs maid. 
 
 Thrice to embrace her, but in vain, effay'd; 
 
 Repuls'd with fcorn in filent grief he view'd, 
 
 Till tears at length his manly cheek bedew'd. 
 
 What lefs than witchcraft cou'd have fteel'd her breafl ? 
 
 This Tom, and this the Piiefl himfelf confeft. 
 
 While
 
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 While thus around the mournful fair they ftand, 310 
 Dick boldly enter'd with a n\im'rous band 
 Of nimble taylors, all well arm'd with oak, 
 Rufh'd thro' the crowd and thus undaunted fpoke : 
 I come, good people, with no bad defign — 
 My right I claim — by right this girl is mine- 
 Let none oppofe — who does he fhall repent — 
 Moll ftretch'd her hand in token of confent, 
 But ftretch'd in vain ; for, with a dreadful frown, 
 Klate clinch'd her fift and knock'd the champion down. 
 Death! hell! and wounds! on cudgels cudgels rife, 320 
 A fwarm of rufticks to the clamour flies. 
 The ftruggling priefk is toft amidft the crowd, 
 Chairs crack, chefts rattle, women roar aloud. 
 Roger with fury rufhes on the foe, 
 And fells three taylors with one thund'ring blow ; 
 Crufh'd by his arm in heaps they bite the floor ; 
 When lo ! the 'Squire alights before the door; 
 His ample prcfence ftrikes the crowd with awe. 
 The vanquifh'd taylors from the fight withdraw. 
 To blufl:ring war fucceeds the calm of peace: 330. 
 
 Tom hails his mafler with a chearful face.
 
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 A copious dinner on the board appears, 
 
 A flood of wine the converfation chears : 
 
 So much their joy with ev'ry bowl encreas'd, 
 
 That one wou'd think it was a nuptial feaft. 
 
 To fongs at length their wild good-humour ran; 
 
 Young Roger warbled like a dying fwan ; 
 
 His melting voice a marble breaft coii'd move, 
 
 For ev'ry choice is render'd fweet by love. 
 
 The bride alone was deaf to all he fung, 340 
 
 Still in her ear the fatal whifper rung. 
 
 Curs'd be the lips that caus'd her heart to grieve ! 
 
 May fuch vile traytors feel the pains they give I 
 
 Ye Schoolmafters ! what malice maves your mind 
 
 With wicked lies to vex the female kind ? 
 
 Vent all your fpleen on wild unruly boys, 
 
 But fcare no maid from matrimonial joys : 
 
 Sure 'tis a fin — ah make the cafe your own. 
 
 And learn to pitty tliofe that lye alone.. 
 
 Now half the night in pleaflng mirth was fpent, 3^0 
 The 'Squire and prieft were'fuU and home they went. 
 
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 22 M O L L Y W H I T E. 
 
 To Bridget Kate her beauteous charge confign'd:; 
 (Ah! think what anguifh rofe in Roger's mind) 
 About her neck her own dear beads flie hung. 
 And fome oration againft witchcraft fung ; 
 Again the room was fprinkled o'er with care. 
 The boldeft fairy dare not enter there. 
 
 And now to reft the ftranger youths retire, 
 Tom reels to bed, and Kate puts out the fire; 
 Deep jfilence follows; not a breath remains, 360 
 
 Nought but the cock's fhrill, melancholy ftrains: 
 The light was banifh'd but what dimly fhone 
 Thro' the pale windows from the Moon alone : 
 O'er all the houfe foft, drouzy vapours creep, 
 But Roger flept not in the rhidft of fleep ; 
 In wifhful thought the bride he flill furvey'd, 
 For love grows fiercer in the midnight fliade. 
 He rofe, and cautious caft his eyes around, 
 Apply'd his ear to ev'ry fancy'd found ; '' 
 With ghoft-like pace crept foft along the floor, 370 
 
 And trembling flood by Molly's chamber-door. 
 The latch rcmov'd her bed appear'd in view ; 
 His heart beat thicker as he nearer drew ;
 
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 On her bare breaft his glowing hand he lay'd, 
 
 And filent ftretch'd befide the Sleeping maid : 
 
 But when he rouz'd her with a gentle fliake, 
 
 She hifs'd and rattle'd like a ftarted fnake ; 
 
 Repell'd his arms, and, bouncing from the bed, 
 
 To the next chamber like a fury fled. 
 
 But wond'ring much that Bridget flay'd behind, 386 
 
 (Bridget, indeed was of the gentleft kind) 
 
 Soft flie return'd, and, panting, lay'd her breaft 
 
 (As maids are curious) 'gainft a neighb'ring cheftj 
 
 To the bed flde inclin'd her greedy ear, 
 
 And thus ftood lift'ning to the whifpering pair. 
 
 Not long, when cheft and bed began to ring— - 
 
 O ne'er was beard fo terrible a thing. 
 
 Whether thro' fear I can't pretend to tell^ 
 
 Moll's breath grew fhort: fliefcream'd and down fhe fell. 
 
 Wak'd by the cry Kate call'd for light, and found 390 
 
 Her daughter pale aiid breathlefs on the ground: 
 
 She beat her breaft and fhriek'd, not louder fcreams 
 
 The widow'd wretch that fees her houfe in flames, 
 
 Bridget — for want of breath — cou'd hardly tell 
 
 How fhe was frighten'd by the fiends of hell :
 
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 Some bufy devil was in the bed flie fwore, 
 
 And fiire no creature ever fuffer'd more. 
 
 Now Moll awaken'd from her difmal trance, 
 
 Firft on the bed beftow'd a wifliful glance ; 
 
 Then whither, whither is my Roger flown ? 
 
 Mammy ! my Roger is no worthlefs drone ! 
 
 Ah ! who wou'd believe a fairy-monger's tale ? 4.0Q 
 
 With me fuch lies fliall never more prevail. 
 
 She faid, and dropp'd a tear (fure Hgn of grace) 
 
 Her mother lock'd her in her long embrace. 
 
 Bridget herfelf through pure good-nature wept» 
 
 Again the fire was rouz'd, the floor was fwept» 
 
 The bride with all her ornaments was dreft: 
 
 Good Lord! how Roger hugg'd her to his breaflP 
 
 The Prieft was fent for with the riflng fun, 
 
 Their hands were join'd — and ev'ry thing was done. 
 
 Tom gladly feafl:ed all the neighb'ring boors, 
 
 And our dear Bridget was kick'd out of doors, 4.1Q 
 
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