A Taylor good Lord, in the Time of Vacation,
When Cabbage was scarce and when Pocket was low,
For the Sale of good Liquor pretended a Passion,
To one that sold Ale in a Cuckoldy Row:
Now a Louse made him Itch,
Here a Scratch, there a Stitch,
And sing Cucumber, Cucumber ho.
One Day she came up, when at Work in his Garret,
To tell what he Ow'd, that his Store he might know;
Says he it is all very right I declare it,