When i walk out before the gaze ov vulgar man, regulate mi wiggle, and add nu grace tew mi gaiters.
Bless all dri goods klerks, milliners, manty-makers and hair-frizzers, and give immortality to Lubin and hiz heirs, and assighns forever.
Lead me bi the side ov colone waters, and fatten mi calves upon the bran ov thi love.
Blister, oh! Fortune, with the heat ov thi wrath, the man who treds upon the trail ov my garments.
Take mi two children oph from mi hands, for they bother me, and take them to be thi children, and bring them up to suit thiself.
When i bow miself in worship, grant that i may do it with ravishing elegance, and perserve unto the last the lily-white ov mi flesh, and the taper ov mi fingers.
Smile thou graciously, oh! Fortune, upon mi nu silk dress, now in the hands of the manty-maker, and may it fit me all over like unto, as the ducks foot fitteth the mud.
Destroy mine enemys with the gaul ov jealousy, and eat thou up with the teeth ov envy, all thoze who gaze at mi style.
Save me from wrinkles, and foster mi plumpness.
Fill both mi eyes, oh! Fortune, with the plaintive pizon ov infatuashun, that i may lay out mi viktims, the men as knumb-images graven.