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Twas lucky he did, or such a vile pole 

 Might have hung in the window unnotic'd for ever. 

 When this, &c. 



5. 



The first time you ventur'd to tackle a Jack, 



Two or three of your joints gave way in the centre, 

 Your top and your but began for to crack, 



Till your Master no longer could venture ; 

 You were pawn'd once yourself, and nev.r fetch'd out, 



Altho' a small trifle had done it, 

 The 'prentice not knowing what he was about, 



Took the rubbishing lot, and lent money upon it. 

 When this, &c. 



6. 



You remain'd a pretender, so broken and patch'd, 



Till an unskilful hand undertook to repair you ; 

 A new joint or two were also attach'd, 



Before any fisher would bear you ; 

 A lying engraver, John Webster,* did trace 



On your but, this deceived my good master : 

 He bought you, but Puppy, I'll spit in your face, 



Aud expose you to him to prevent a disaster. 

 When this, &e. 



7. 



Bamboo not expecting such spirit in sticks, 

 Mildly reply'd, Mr. Hickery's mistaken ; 



* An old rdd maker formerly of great repute. 



