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NYWJ.736.005
16 Feb 1736:32 (119)
Poor Toby's Fate, or, a Farwel to Courtiers, to the tune, of
Daphne our dearest Bitch. O hone, o hone.
1.
Toby a dog of sport Oh hone, oh hone,
To home all paid a court Oh hone, oh hone,
Doth now neglect range
And feels a wretched change
Is not this very strange Oh hone, oh hone,
2.
Toby in days of yore Oh hone, oh hone.
No cur was fawn'd on more Oh hone, oh hone,
But now his master's gone,
Poor Toby is undone,
Unnoti'd walks alone, Oh hone, oh hone,
3.
Toby at table spread Oh hone, oh hone,
Each fawning courtier fed Oh hone, hone,
Instead of courtiers lap
To lean on gets a rap
This is a sad mishap Oh hone, oh hone,
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