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HAD a little wife, the prettiest
ever seen, She wash'd all the dishes and
kept the house clean; She went to the mill to fetch me some
flour, She brought it home safe in less than
an hour, She bak'd me my bread, she brew'd
me my ale, She sat by the fire and told a fine tale.
'LL tell you a story
And now my story's begun;
And now my story's done.
TS John Smith within ?
Can he set a shoe ?
ACK and Jill
To fetch a pail of water;
And crack'd his crown,
LACKY, come give me thy fiddle, e If ever thou mean to thrive.
* Nay; I'll not give my fiddle Sou To any man alive. If I should give my fiddle,
They'll think that I'm gone mad; For many a joyful day
My fiddle and I have had.
ACK Sprat would eat no fat,
His wife would eat no lean, Now was not this a pretty trick
To make the platter clean.
KOE Dobson was an Englishman
In days of Robin Hood,
In forest of Sherwood.
Joe Dobson said unto his dame,
“I vow that I could do More household work in any day,
Than you could do in two." She quick replied, “I do declare
Your words you shall fulfil, To-morrow you my place shall take,
I'll do the plough or mill.”
Each sure of doing well ;
The rest I soon will tell.
His business to begin ;
The blood ran down his shin.
The fire he had forgot,
Oh! grievous was his lot.