As Dunky in a gutter lay To vent his woes alone A Sullen Carter came that way and heard an awfu groan Hard is my fate he often cry'd Thus cruelly to fall where I can never hope for aid from freinds in old Capehall The Carter ey'd him with a sneer Says Lad you'v got your Cups Oh oh! he cry'd too much I fear Pray Neighbour help me up The Carter coolly gave a curse You's ly and Rot for me But if you'v money in your Purse I'll drive you to Dundee Of all the Stock that I had here A Shilling yet remains For Gods sake place me in your Cart And take it for your pains Then streight the Carter traild him out besmeard with dirt and glar And without more ado he put The Hero in his Car Poor Dunky not one look could move Nor more to him was spoke On with his Load the Carter drove a whistling Hearts of Oak And when he came where he should stop To tell it gives me pain For in a Gutter he had dropt Poor Dunky once again.
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