Your father chose, because he liked the face, }
And often they supplied your mother's place. }
The dry nurse was your mother's ancient maid,
Who knew some former slip she ne'er betrayed.
Betwixt them both, for milk and sugar-candy,
Your sucking bottles were well stored with brandy.
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Your father, to initiate your discourse, }
Meant to have taught you first to swear and curse, }
But was prevented by each careful nurse. }