So have I known an aukward lad,
Whose birth has made a parish glad,
Forbid, for fear of sense, to roam;
And taught by kind mamma at home;
Who gives him many a well-try'd rule,
With ways and means — to play the fool.
In sense the same, in stature higher,
He shines, ere long, a rural squire;
Pours forth unwitty jokes, and swears,
And bawls and drinks — but chiefly stares!
His tenants of superior sense
Carouse and laugh at his
And sure the pastime I'm relating
Must prove as pleasant as