Do ye tie us togather. So Hymen he did it.
Since your marriage to Mary now 'tis alter'd, alas!
All you do is to trate your dear spouse as an ass.
"O Patrick! you vixen," says Molly, and why?
You hit her a very great stroke in her eye.
Ah Molly! her heart I fear proke as 'twere in two it is!
Woes me! for departed away sure her beauty is.
Thus the rason is plain, as well you may see,
Why your Molly and you cannot ever agree.
Be to Molly indulgent and swate as a jelly,—