&nbsp       &nbspMy dearest Dawtie!
       &nbspThat's never naughty—
       &nbspWhen the Mare was stolen, and not before,
       &nbspThe wise man got a stable-door:
       &nbspAnd he and I are brother Ninnies,
       &nbspOne Beast he lost and I two guineas;
And as sure as it's wet when it above rains,
The man's brains and mine both alike had thick coverings,
For if he lost one mare, poor I lost two sovereigns!
A cash-pouch I have got, but no cash to put in it,
Tho' there's gold in the world and Sir Walter can win it:
For your sake I'll keep it for better or worse,
So here is a dear loving kiss for your purse.