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Dost think to win

Dear mam you're ugly

Dear sir, having

A Farmer.

Hearts! at once

I do not wish

I vow to me

It's Time You Were Married.

Old Coachee, mounted

The Poulterer Surely

A Sheep.

Tho’ you are Porter

‘Tis all in vain

‘Tis by your Music

Your person reminds me

With sweet talking

Although you drive

Come, stand erect.

A Bear, what

A Bear, what

Einer Durchschauten.

Emptyheaded and Lazy

Miss Bonnet-builder

Goddess of the fries

I Love a Man

Stands ther Poulterer

Thou languishing young lady bird

To a Barman.

Bloated and Ugly.

Hic, Hic, Hic.

When I’m stuck

Ugliest of the fair

With a fine hat

Blue Ruin.

You are an ill

You looking for

You queer looking