John Stephen Farmer,
Musa Pedestris - Three Centuries of Canting Songs and Slang Rhymes…
“ Must you be so cheerful, while I go in pain? Stop your clack, and be damn'd t'ye, and hear me complain.IV When the bugs in swarms round me wou'd oftentimes play, And Nancy and I were as frisky as they, We laugh'd at their biting, and kiss'd all the time, For the spring of her beauty was just in its prime! But now for their frolics I never can sleep, So I crack 'em by dozens, as o'er me they creep: Curse blight you! I cry, while I'm all over smart, For I'm bit by the arse, while I'm stung to the heart. ”

