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( 3) her upon Tinrock -tap. the wind will biaw a man til ’er.

lass be ne’er so fine.

in she want the penny filler,
may stand till ninty-nine

before there come a man till her.

everend parson he came next, eclar’d his cheeks for her did water,

he wou’d make of her a text,

as sure as e’er her dady gat her.

said mess John, I pray be gone how can you think I’d be so stupit, ar you’d handle me as ill

whiles your text when in the pupit.

then came a jolly taylor lad, and told her he had store of treasure and said he would be very glad to be allow’d to take her measure.

There's none in town can make a gown so neat as can your lover Sandy.

she that’s right, come back at night

because I think you are the dandy.

was not slack for to come back, and she consented for to have him,