A Battle! A Battle! (Extended) - 20
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BUT now, alas! what's to be done?
His Watch is gone, as sure’s a Gun!
For while he did this clever Jobb
She div’d her Hand into his Gob,
An thence most cleanly did convey
His Watch of Gold, as People say.
In vain he searches here and there,
For it was thrust—the Lord knows where.
He storms, he raves, (some say he swore)
And call’d her stinking nasty Whore;
Thee impudent! Thee saucy Huzzy!
Whilst I rub’d up thy Tuzzy Muzzy
Thee stol’st my Watch!—The Squaw replies,
With Anger in her Voice and Eyes;
Why ail this Noise and silly Pother?
Does not one Trick deserve another?
HE who means Harm, Harm often catches,
He who makes Noses, may make Watches.
MORAL.
By this see ‘tis just and fit,
The Biter always shou’d be bit.
FINIS.
