For said Molly, the cook-maid, “we all long to see
“If you’ve a blue vein ’twixt the navel and knee:”
Ned pull’d up his cloaths, Sir, when to their surprise,
They beheld his blue vein of a wonderful size,
The sight Kate the carrotty couldn’t withstand,
She grasp’d the blue vein ’till it burst in her hand.
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So alarm’d, the prude Peggy fell into strong fits,
Frighten’d cook and Doll dairy went out of their wits;
Then carrotty Kitty to gipsey Ned spoke,