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Adieu my son—resume thy wonted jokes,
And write account thereof to Martin Folkes,
This said, she mounts—the characters divine
Thro' the bright path immensely brilliant shine
Now safe arrived—first for my boots I wrote,
I tell the story — Highwayman versus Loach
And lastly, to fulfil the dread commands,
These hasty lines presume to kiss your hands,
Excuse the tedious tale of a disaster
I remain your humble servant and Grandmaster