But 'twas so slippery, and too full of oyle,
That people wondred how we held it fast
But now it is quite slipp'd from us at last.
The Project for the Starch thy wit found out,
Twas stiffe a while, now limber as a Clout,
The Pagan weed (Tobacco) was our hope
In Leafe, Pricke, Role, Ball, Pudding, Pipe, or Rope.
Brasseele, Varina, Meavis, Trinidado,
Saint Christophers, Virginia, or Barvado;