Un der this Marble Peggy lies,
Who did so often spread her Thighs,
And made Philander 's Courage rise.

This Morsel of delicious Lust,
That kiss'd with so sincere a Gust,
Is now resolv'd to common Dust.

Her Hands (forgive me if I am blunt)
Will now no more, as they were wont
Pilot Loves Sailors to her — —

Her Limbs, that us'd to move so nice,
And taste Love's Pleasures in a trice,
Are now, alas! as cold as Ice.

To tell the Truth, as short as can be,
She kill'd her self with drinking Brandy,
And all for her dear Jack-a-Dandy.

Thus did our charming Nymph expire,
According to her Heart's Desire,
And as she liv'd, she dy'd by Fire.

Hector, my Boy, of thee I beg
Not to forget the illustrious Peg ,
But o'er her Tomb lift up thy Leg.

Then piss such Deluges of Rain,
In so exuberant a Strain,
As shall o'erflow the World again.

This Tribute's to her Ashes due,
Whose Loss ten thousand Youths will rue;
And so, immortal Peg , adieu.