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One Night in my Ramble I chanc'd to see, A thing like a Spirit, it frightened me; I cock'd up my hat and resolv'd to look big, and streight fell a Tuning the Irish Jigg. The Devil drew nearer and nearer in short, I found it was one of the Petticoat sort; My fears being over, I car'd not Fig, But still I kept tuning the Irish Jigg. And then I went to her, resolving to try her; I put her agog of a longing desire; I told her I'd give her a Whip for her Gig, And a Scourge to the Tune of the Irish Jigg. Then nothing but Dancing our Fancy could please, We lay on the grass and Danc'd at our ease; I down'd with my Breeches and off with my Whigg, And we fell a Dancing the Irish Jigg. "I thank you kind Sir, for your kindness," said she, "The Scholar's as Wise as the master can be; For if you should chance to get me with Kid, I'll lay the poor Brat to the Irish Jigg." The Dance being ended as you may see, We rose by Consent and we both went away; I put on my Cloaths and left her to grow big, And so I went Roaring the Irish Jigg.