Song (Number 4) Poem by Royall Tyler

Song (Number 4)



Our old Moll has got a trick
Working always makes her sick
Play the Jade a jigish tune
And sh'll frisk round like Jumping Joan
Some may boast of Beer and Wine
Sling, Grog, Punch and ale so fine
But to make a Cobler skip
Hand a Mug of foaming Flip.

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Royall Tyler

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