This the maid will tell,
The Bard’s no bragging talker,
Like ale, to keep her well,
Well, by Jove,—I cork her.
THE
LADIES’ WIGS.
Tune, Moll in the Wad.
You’ll pardon me, ma’am, I’m quite a gig,
Is it your hair, or is it a wig?
Upon my life, I mean no quiz,