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they wer times, when Nanny Gill Went so’jerèn ageänst her will, Back when the King come down to view His ho’se an’ voot, in red an’ blue, &emsp;An’ they did march in rows, &emsp;An’ wheel in lines an’ bows, &emsp;Below the King’s own nose; An’ guns did pwoint, an’ swords did gleäre, A-fightèn foes that werden there.

Poor Nanny Gill did goo to zell In town her glitt’rèn macarel, A-pack’d wi’ ceäre, in even lots, A-ho’seback in a peäir o’ pots. &emsp;An’ zoo when she did ride &emsp;Between her panniers wide, &emsp;Red-cloked in all her pride, Why, who but she, an’ who but broke The road avore her scarlet cloke!

But Nanny’s ho’se that she did ride, Woonce carr’d a sword ageän his zide, An’ had, to prick en into rank, A so’jer’s spurs ageän his flank; &emsp;An’ zoo, when he got zight &emsp;O’ swords a-gleamèn bright, &emsp;An’ men agwaïn to fight, He set his eyes athirt the ground, An’ prick’d his ears to catch the sound.

Then Nanny gi’ed his zide a kick, An’ het en wi’ her limber stick;