On the ^ belt
In your ^ house
Near the village ^
Your unripe ^ gage
Is attracting ^ flies.
You will not need ^ fingers
For this ^ revolution.
You are young, unseasoned,
A new ^ horn
Given the ^ light
By the ^ eyed ladies living close by
(It is the ^ grocer you should watch for
He is a bigger ^ eyed monster
Who says there is enough ^ 'Ery'
Here already.)
Welcome to this ^ market town
Where you may make,
And spend your ^ pound.
