A POEM. 



1 wear a flannel jacket next my skin ; 

 If you do not, and choose not to begin 

 This new addendum, it's as well to know, 

 Next best to these are shirts of calico ; 

 The former most absorbs the perspiration, 

 When in this pleasing toilsome occupation, 

 Under a scorching sun, for game you beat 

 O'er moor or mountain, where there's no retreat; 

 Such under clothing oft severe colds saves 

 The frequent harbingers to early graves. 

 As when young ladies enter into life, 

 They trowsers wear, till each becomes a wife ; 

 And when that haps, the wicked witches 

 Cast them aside, to wear the breeches : 

 So I, when roving free, the trowsers scorn, 

 And in white cord'roy breeches case my form. 

 I've seen the hen-peck'd husband now full rife 

 For pleasure, having robb'd his bick'ring wife ; 

 The breeches on and absent, clack's in vain, 

 In short, he finds ' Richard's himself again.' 

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