The Cook, confound her, boil’d no Roots;
The Hostler never clean’d my Boots;
The Tapster too, would hardly stir;
The Drawer was a lazy Cur;
The Chamberlain had made no Bed;
The Host had Maggots in his Head:
But Millicent, who kept the Bar,
Was worse than all the rest by far;
She was as many others are.
I kiss’d her till she had her Fill,