Now Kitty, the house-maid, so frisky and fair,
Who smelt none the sweeter for carrotty hair,
Presenting her palm to the gipsey so shrewd,
Was candidly told that her nature was lewd:
While feeling the vein near her gold-girted nick,
Kate play’d the old gipsey a slippery trick,
So Kate, that had ne’er been consider’d a whore,
Was told she’d miscarried the morning before.
VIII.
Then came Peggy the prude, who no bawdy could bear,