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Into our Caverns we're forc'd for to crave,
Instead of their Beavers, and Castors so good,
Instead of their Mantles lined with Plush :
Instead of their Boots with Tops so large,
Omen are wanton, yet cunningly Coy;
Lascivious, yet Crafty, to make us obey : When once they have Noos'd us, triumphant they ride, And trample down Man, that was made for their Guide. Cho. But let them remember their Grannum Eve's Fate, Lest they smart for their Folly, repenting too late,
This Creature was made a Help-meet for the Man,
And so he approv'd her, deny it who can; But surely poor Adam was soundly asleep, Whilst out of his Side this dear Blessing did creep.
Cho. But let them remember, &c.
Old Painters did from them resembling the Snail,
Lest they smart for their Folly, repenting too late.
Hat if Betty grows old,
and her Features decay; She's Young while she Drinks,
'tis the Grape makes her gay: See how her Eyes shine,
: they sparkle with Drink, Such a Lustre has Wine,
they never can sink, Such a Lustre has Wine they never can sink. Let the Fops doat on Faces,
her Soul's my delight, She can't want for Graces,
Who Tipples all Night.
Long Marches o'er Furrows,
no place can her find, In spite of Camp sorrows,
poor Betty will be kind
Boy fill up our Glasses,
not a Wrinkle will stand, They're Fools who use Washes,
when Claret's at hand.