Unlucky my ducky has met a decoy—
As brown as a berry, as plump as a cherry,
And rosy-cheek'd, very! and Jenny-so-coy!
Baggage and bagging the Dunstable waggin
Were popp'd by a wag in, hight Harlequin Lun—
They, honey-moon hot, shot the moon like a shot;
But I'll shoot the rascal as sure as a gun!
She sings like a linnet, she plays on the spinnet,
A day's like a minute when she is in doors;
My aunt in the attic, my uncle extatic!