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I wrote of what I writ of the weir
(To those who know law, my dear)
I miss'd of the Miss Misty May
(Who loved to gossip of moral decay)
Perhaps, another, perhaps
Perhaps, my brother, perhaps
A toast to the pot or the musket
Until we both kick the bucket
Towards civil duties and other things-
(Oh, dear, I missed you more than any thing!)