Pay respect to her sex, you know women are silly:
"Quite at your service, I am," say to her as you pat her,
"How d'ye do, Misses Molly, and what is the matter?
Arah, my honey! stay, 'tis, wait a bit, d'ye see;—
O Mary, my dary, come spake to me:
A-going away is't you are, well you no more I'll lick,
O Mary, my dary, come pack to your Patrick."
Behave, I advise you, and so shall you see,
Your Molly and you may for ever agree.
E. N.