Thus would she swear, when she did least,
To make them spend their Money.
These were three, &c.
The Weaver spent his daily gains,
That he got by his Labour;
Some thirty Pounds he spent in vain,
He borrow'd of his Neighbour:
She must have Sack and Muscadine,
And Claret brew'd with Sugar:
Each Day they feed her chops with Wine,