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.