ROGER and MARY: Or, the loving Couple in a great Engagement,  

Rogers true love to his Mary  
Did not in the least miscarry;  
He baulk besieged and entered,  
And had the prise for which he ventured.   
Tune of Moggies jealousy.  
 depiction of a man  depiction of a woman  

AS Roger and Mary were toiling  
The length of a hot Summers day  
A Raking and swetting and broiling,  
And shaking and turning the Hay,  
Quoth Roger, I prithee dear Mary  
Lets lay us down under this Cock  
For I do begin to be weary  
And there let us take a sweet nog   

But first they examined the bottle  
Before they begin to repose  
And Mary was scrathing his noddle  
And he was got under her cloths:  
Good faith quoth he Mary I'll tell thee.  
Tis woundy full hot in this place  
For thou art ene all of a jelly  
As plain as the nose on my Face.   

Quoth Mary to help out the matter  
The weather is hot you know that  
Besides I am plumper and fatter  
Then Sarah that little starved Rat  
In all the hard Frost I can tell thee  
The very same slippery place  
Was never without a great jelly  
As plain as the nose on your face.   
 

I thought the low Countries, quoth he then  
Was all the time frozen I'll swear:  
But you were mistoken,, quoth she then,  
The devil a Frost e're came there,  
when all elsewheee was frozen from rowing  
And in a most pitiful case  
That always was open and flowing  
As plain as the nose on your face.   

I 'm sure yet( quoth Hodge its all Boggy,  
A Quagmire like shivering ground,  
And still it is fulsome and foggy,  
And for ever the place may be drowned.  
Quoth she, if a Sot have comandidg  
The Country-may come to disgrace  
And drowned for a time notwithstanding,  
As plain as the Nose in your Face.   

As all this time Mary was groping  
And fumbling about Rogers Head  
The slures began for to open.  
The gates of themselves they did spread:  
Gods bobs then quoth Robin I'll tell it  
And swear to it in any place,  
The low Countries drowned, I do smell it  
As plain as the Nose on my Fa●e.   

Then Roger his courage did rally,  
And manfully fell to his work,  
And at the main breach made a sally  
And plied on his thrust like a Turk;  
But Roger Alas was confounded.  
The breach was so deep at that place,  
That poor Roger quickly was drowned,  
As plain as the Nose on his Face.   

When Mary had sound the disaster,  
That Roger could do no more work,  
For Hodge decayed faster and faster  
And sneaking away he did lurk:  
For which she was wondrous civil,  
She would not the Lobcock disgrace,  
But bid him go pack to the Devil,  
As plain as the Nose on his Face.    

LONDON. Printed for P. Brooksby at the golden-ball in pie-corner.