It's awf'lly bad luck on Diana Her ponies have swallowed their bits; She fished down their throats with a spanner And frightened them all into fits.
Her legs were such Diana shows, When tuckt up she a hunting goes; With buskins shortened to descry The happy dawning of her thigh.
Whether the nymph shall break Diana's law, Or some frail china jar receive a flaw, Or stain her honour, or her new brocade, Forget her pray'rs, or miss a masquerade.
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