The tail of some Dolly to build a brown bob.
Near Somerset House he fell in with a tit,
And he thought, for his purpose, the c—tling was fit;
But, when he examin’d her parts, d’ye see,
All the hair of her c—t would’nt make a toupee.
The same night he pick’d up a merry-ars’d wench,
With hair quantum suff. for the wisdom-wig’d bench;
Whilst on her back sleeping as fast as a top,
He with keen-cutting scissars her c—t made a crop.
Away went the thief, and the barber received