ROGER and URSULA: Or, LOVE in a HOG-STY

Gaffer and Gammer were fast in their Nest, And all the young Fry of their Cribs were possess'd; Spott, Whitefoot, and Puss in the Ashes were laid, And a blinking Rush-Candle burnt over their Head. And a blinking Rush, &c.

URS'LA was washing her Dishes and Platter, Preparing to make her good Friend the Hog satter; Greas'd up to the Elbows, as much to the Eye, 'Till her 'broidered Cloaths were e'en ready to fry. 'Till her 'broidered, &c.

Close by Her, ROGER the Plowman lay snoring, CUPID being vex'd at his clownish adoring; Did straightway convey to the great Loggerhead, The whispering News, that they all were in Bed. The whispering &c.

Upstarted ROGER, and rubbing his Eyes, To his dearest sweet URS'LA in a Passion he flies; Then leaning his Elbows on URS'LA's broad Back, He complain'd that his Heart was e'en ready to crack. He complain'd, &c.

URS'LA being vex'd at the Weight of her Love, Cry'd, CUPID, why dost Thou thus treacherous prove? In an angry Mood she then turn'd her about, And the Dish Clout lapp'd over the Face of the Lout. And the, &c.

ROGER being angry at such an Affront, And not at all minding what wou'd come on't; He gave her a Kick, with such wonderous Mettle, As tumbled poor URS'LA quite over the Kettle. As tumbl'd, &c.

At the Noise of this rumbling the Gaffer awaken, And fearing lest Thieves had been stealing his Bacon; With a Pur in his Hand, down Stairs he comes stumbling, Where he found Roger gaping whilst Urs'la lay tumbling. Where he found, &c.

Pox take ye, quoth he, for a Rogue and a Whore, So he turn'd these poor Lovers quite out of the Door, (Ne'er minding the Rain, nor the cold windy Weather,) To finish their Loves in a Hog-Sty together. To finish, &c.