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A Taylor and a Louse, Livd together in a House, And betwixt them a Quarrel rose, The Taylor he thought much, And he owd the Louse a Grudge, For breeding her Young in his Cloaths. Says the Louse, I wonder much, That your Malice should be such, That you would turn me out of Doors, One Time, you know, my Brood, Was the best Part of your Food, You was so damnable poor. Deny this, if you can, Nine Taylors makes a Man; With nought but a Louse you can fight, But was a Louse to turn again, Youre such valiant-hearted Men, Twould put you in a Fright. So then this very Time, This Taylor neat and fine, Caught the Louse by the Collar Bone. Said he, Ill let you know, Before I let you go, Whether a Taylor be a Man or no, The Louse she gave a Start, Made the Taylor let a Fart, And unto him thus did say, Do not strike me when Im down, Thats the Trick of a Clown, I pry thee lets have fair play. Says the Taylor this I grant, That Courage I do want; But the Name of a Coward I scorn. Fight your best I do advance, Ill give you Time to rise, For your Speeches are not to be born. Then the Louse stood bolt upright, And made a bloody Fight, Give the Taylor a damnable Blow; For he hit him oer the Nob, Made the Taylor sigh and sob, He knew not how to stand or go. Then the Taylor got his Goose, And he threw it at the Louse, And gave her a Bang on the Side. Says the Louse, Your Heart is weak, For thats a Cowards Trick, And now I will well tan your Hide. Then the Louse got his Sheers, And clipt the Taylors Ears, And the Blood it run on the Floor: And the Taylor sighd and cryd, You would have thought hed dyd, And said he would fight no more. So now you plainly see, What valiant Men they be, Altho of there Courage they boast; But let them once be tryd, Hard Blows they cant abide, Theyd rather have a pot and Toast, If theres any Taylor here, Who thinks I do them jeer, Or imagine I do him wrong, Let him take a Gun and fight, For King George and Englands right, And so here Ill end my Song. All Gentlemen Taylors, that are willing to serve in the Company of Capt. Louse in Col. Fleas Regiment of Foot, let them repair to the sign of the Cabbage and three Cucumbers, where they shall be kindly entertaind, and enter into present pay, with a nitty pair of breeches, and three Cucumbers a day Gentlemen Taylors,. Now mind your Exercise: See that you march with a full Body and an empty Stomach, advance your Needle, cock your Bodkins, rest your Yard Wand, prime your Thimbles, shoulder your Sheers, join your, Right hand to the Waistband of your Breeches draw fouth your live Lice cut there Heads off and fling their dead bodies to the Ground, let the quick ones march by two and three while the Drum beats Nit-o Nit, from the Right-hand doubled to the Left, Triple File of Taylors; so march to the devil.