“ A Country Farmer going cross his grounds in the Dusk of the Evening, spy’d a young Fellow and a Lass very busy near a five Bar Gate, and calling to them to know what they were about, said the young Man, no Harm, Farmer, we are only going to Prop-a-Gate.
From Joe Miller’s Jests 1739. They don’t tell ‘em like they used to.
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