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OMEN ben full of Ragerie,
Yet fwinken nat fans fecrefie.
Thilke moral shall ye understond,
From Schoole-boy's Tale of fayre Irelond:
"But ho! our Nephew, (crieth one)
"Ho! quoth another, Cozen John;
They afken that, and talken this,
SPENS E R.
The A L L E Y.
IN ev'ry Town, where Thamis rolls his Tyde,
A narrow Pass there is, with Houses low; Where ever and anon, the Stream is ey'd, And many a Boat soft sliding to and fro.
There oft are heard the notes of Infant Woe,
The short thick Sob, loud Scream, and shriller
How can ye, Mothers, vex your Children fo? Some play, fome eat, fome cack against the wall, And as they crouchen low, for bread and butter call.
And on the broken pavement, here and there, 10 Doth many a stinking sprat and herring lie;
A brandy and tobacco shop is near,
And hens, and dogs, and hogs are feeding by;
At ev'ry door are fun-burnt matrons seen, 15 Mending old nets to catch the scaly fry;
Now finging fhrill, and fcolding eft between; Scolds answer foul-mouth'd scolds; bad neighbourhood I ween.
The fnappifh cur, (the paffengers annoy)
Hard by a Sty, beneath a roof of thatch,
Cod, whiting, oyster, mackrel, fprat, or plaice : There learn'd she fpeech from tongues that never cease.