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A young man lately in our town, He went to bed one night; He had no sooner laid him down But was troubled with a sprite. So vigorously the spirit stood Let him do what he can, "Sure then," he said, `it must be laid By woman not by man.' A handsome maid did undertake And into bed she leaped; And to allay the spirit's power Full close to him she crept. She having such a guardian care Her office to discharge, She opened wide her conjuring book And laid the leaves at large. Her office she did well perform Within a little space; Then up she rose, and down he lay And durst not show his face. She took her leave and away she went When she had done the deed, Saying, "If it chance to come again Then send for me with speed!" From Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1719. Tune: The Musical Lovers
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