And when you have done,
With the Crack of your B--m,
Bend your Knees,
And then squeeze,
And something will come,
You'll be better, tho' it's not so big as your Thumb.
G. S. 1716.
Crown at Basingstoke.
Says Nan B——ch to Sir John, you're a scandalous Villain;
D'ye think I would do what I did for a Shilling?