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h sad Repentance dwells	A
Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast	B
And deal from iron hands the spare repast	B
Where truant 'prentices yet young in sin	C
Blush at the curious stranger peeping in	C
Where strumpets relics of the drunken roar	D
Resolve to drink nay half to whore no more	D
Where tiny thieves not destin'd yet to swing	E
Beat hemp for others riper for the string	E
From these dire scenes my wretched lines I date	B
To tell Maria her Esopus' fate	B
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Alas I feel I am no actor here	F
'Tis real hangmen real scourges bear	G
Prepare Maria for a horrid tale	H
Will turn thy very rouge to deadly pale	H
Will make thy hair tho' erst from gipsy poll'd	B
By barber woven and by barber sold	B
Though twisted smooth with Harry's nicest care	G
Like hoary bristles to erect and stare	G
The hero of the mimic scene no more	D
I start in Hamlet in Othello roar	D
Or haughty Chieftain 'mid the din of arms	I
In Highland Bonnet woo Malvina's charms	I
While sans culottes stoop up the mountain high	J
And steal from me Maria's prying eye	J
Blest Highland bonnet once my proudest dress	K
Now prouder still Maria's temples press	K
I see her wave thy towering plumes afar	L
And call each coxcomb to the wordy war	D
I see her face the first of Ireland's sons	M
And even out Irish his Hibernian bronze	N
The crafty Colonel leaves the tartan'd lines	O
For other wars where he a hero shines	O
The hopeful youth in Scottish senate bred	B
Who owns a Bushby's heart without the head	B
Comes 'mid a string of coxcombs to display	P
That veni vidi vici is his way	P
The shrinking Bard adown the alley skulks	O
And dreads a meeting worse than Woolwich hulks	O
Though there his heresies in Church and State	B
Might well award him Muir and Palmer's fate	B
Still she undaunted reels and rattles on	Q
And dares the public like a noontide sun	R
What scandal called Maria's jaunty stagger	S
The ricket reeling of a crooked swagger	S
Whose spleen e'en worse than Burns' venom when	T
He dips in gall unmix'd his eager pen	T
And pours his vengeance in the burning line	U
Who christen'd thus Maria's lyre divine	U
The idiot strum of Vanity bemus'd	B
And even the abuse of Poesy abus'd	B
Who called her verse a Parish Workhouse made	B
For motley foundling Fancies stolen or strayed	B
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A Workhouse ah that sound awakes my woes	O
And pillows on the thorn my rack'd repose	O
In durance vile here must I wake and weep	V
And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep	V
That straw where many a rogue has lain of yore	D
And vermin'd gipsies litter'd heretofore	D
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Why Lonsdale thus thy wrath on vagrants pour	D
Must earth no rascal save thyself endure	W
Must thou alone in guilt immortal swell	X
And make a vast monopoly of hell	X
Thou know'st the Virtues cannot hate thee worse	O
The Vices also must they club their curse	O
Or must no tiny sin to others fall	Y
Because thy guilt's supreme enough for all	Y
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Maria send me too thy griefs and cares	O
In all of thee sure thy Esopus shares	O
As thou at all mankind the flag unfurls	O
Who on my fair one Satire's vengeance hurls	O
Who calls thee pert affected vain coquette	B
A wit in folly and a fool in wit	B
Who says that fool alone is not thy due	B
And quotes thy treacheries to prove it true	B
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Our force united on thy foes we'll turn	Z
And dare the war with all of woman born	A2
For who can write and speak as thou and I	J
My periods that deciphering defy	J
And thy still matchless tongue that conquers all reply	J

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