But you, nor I, or them, can ever boast,
There ever was in Europe such a Toast;
All we can say, is, Lucy rules the Roast.
At a Place not to be recorded.
A d---d confounded Bitch,
Ugly and cunning as a Witch.
Her Bill shall be preferr’d by Law;
The House we wish we’d never saw.
One Pound five and ten Pence;
Grant her Repentance;