“Moll in the Wad,
A favorite Dialogue Sung at the Theatres in Dublin.

CLUMP
Mifs Jenny don't think that I care for you,
For all your Freaks and comical Airs,
You fnub at your Betters, I tell you true,
You know full well you're at your laft Pray'rs.

There's Katty McGirk, and Sheelah fo fmirk,
They fwear that I'm the broth of a Lad:
But that for the Two, and Turnips for you,
I'll go and be married to Moll in the Wad.

JENNY.
Pray don't be impudent, Mafter Clump,
For all your Cobling Kite and Gears;
I'll up with my Fift, and give you a Thump,
I'll fmack your Face, and I'll box your Ears.
Your Slippers and Shoes, and you I'd refufe,
Was there no other Man to be Had:
To Mullin-a-hac be off in a Crack,
And go to the Devil with Moll in the Wad.

CLUMP.
Farewell, Mrs. Jane, you'll rue the Day
That you refufed to butter your Bread.

JENNY.
Remember your Laft, poor Clump, I may
Prepare your Sole, and briftle your Thread!

CLUMP. Had I married you __ (JENNY.) Pray what wou'd you do?
CLUMP. I'd made you a Mammy (JENNY.) You'd ne'er been a Dad.
Your Bed full of Thorns. (CLUMP.) My Head full of Horns.

Together:
JENNY. You'd better be married to Moll in the Wad.
CLUMP. I'll go and be married to Moll in the Wad.”
c.1798?
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