Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages, Volume 9Johnson Reprint Corporation, 1965 - English literature |
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... Hast any nere at hand ? Yes , sir ( said she ) I pray ' come in , Thus she was serving - mand . He sits him downe into a chayre , And to his liquor falles ; While she unto her maides for cakes , Stew'd prunes , and pippins calles ...
... Hast any nere at hand ? Yes , sir ( said she ) I pray ' come in , Thus she was serving - mand . He sits him downe into a chayre , And to his liquor falles ; While she unto her maides for cakes , Stew'd prunes , and pippins calles ...
Page 75
... hast I might . Rascall , thou lyest , what hast thou beene about ? Tell me the truth , or I will beate it out . Wife , hold your hand , and doe but heare me speake ; You sent me to the doctor's with your pisse , And by the way the ...
... hast I might . Rascall , thou lyest , what hast thou beene about ? Tell me the truth , or I will beate it out . Wife , hold your hand , and doe but heare me speake ; You sent me to the doctor's with your pisse , And by the way the ...
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... hast to repent , How the devil d'ye think ye shall ever be pardon'd ? ' Tis a very hard case As ever yet was That the river should suffer for every ass ! Poor Thames ! thou may'st curse the foul lake of Geneva , For whose faults thou ...
... hast to repent , How the devil d'ye think ye shall ever be pardon'd ? ' Tis a very hard case As ever yet was That the river should suffer for every ass ! Poor Thames ! thou may'st curse the foul lake of Geneva , For whose faults thou ...
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