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The Tooth Ache
My Course upon your venom'd stang
Tat shoots my tortur'd gums alang
and thro' my Luggies mony a twang
Wi gnawing vengeance
Tearing my Nerves wi better Pang
Like racking Engines

Where'er thay s Place be Priests ca Hell
Where a the tones o misry yell
and ranking Plagues their Numbers tell
In deadfull raw
Thou Toothache surely bears
the Bell
Amoung them a
Burns