Cacking packing like a Lady,
Or Bye-bying in the Crady.
Namby Pamby ne’er will die
While the Nurse sings Lullabye.
Namby Pamby’s doubly Mild,
Once a Man, and twice a Child;
To his Hanging-Sleeves restor’d;
Now he foots it like a Lord;
| Now he Pumps his little Wits; Sh—ing Writes, and Writing Sh—s, All by little tiny Bits. |
| Now methinks I hear him say, Boys and Girls, Come out to Play, Moon do’s shine as bright as Day. |