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To see what I mean by the better quality of the McCurdy LP, compare this with his version.
Smug, rich and fantastick old Fumbler was known,That wedded a Juicy brisk Girl of the Town;Her Face like an Angel, Fair, Plump, and a Maid,Her Lute well in Tune too, cou'd he but have plaid:But lost was his Skill, let him do what he can,She finds him in Bed a weak silly old Man;He coughs in her Ear, "'tis in vain to come on,Forgive me, my Dear, I'm a silly old man."
She laid his dry Hand on her snowy soft Breast, And from those white Hills gave a glimpse of the Best; But ah! what is Age when our Youth's but a Span, She found him an Infant instead of a Man, "Ah! Pardon," he'd cry, "that I'm, weary so soon, You have let down my Base, I'm no longer in Tune; Lay by the dear Instrument, prithee lie still, I can play but one Lesson, and that I play I'll."
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