Vii

The nineteenth's a prigger of cacklers who harms, The poor country higlers, and plunders the farms; He steals all their poultry, and thinks it no sin, When into the hen-roost, in the night, he gets in; The twentieth's a thief-catcher, so we him call, Who if he be nabb'd will be made pay for all. Toure you well, etc.

[in Bacchus and Venus (1737) an additional stanza is given:--]