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Jonathan Swift - Oysters
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Charming oysters I cry:
My masters, come buy,
So plump and so fresh,
So sweet is their flesh,
No Colchester oyster
Is sweeter and moister:
Your stomach they settle,
And rouse up your mettle:
They`ll make you a dad
Of a lass or a lad;
And madam your wife
They`ll please to the life;
Be she barren, be she old,
Be she slut, or be she scold,
Eat my oysters, and lie near her,
She`ll be fruitful, never fear her.
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