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BY faving his neck Ms trumpet he brake, Came off without mufic at a’ man, and,we ran,and they ran &c

So there was fuch a race,ne’er in that place. And as little Chafe was at a’ man; From other they ran, without tuck of drum, They did not make ufe of a pa’ man And we ran, and they ran, and they ran, and we ran, and we ran, and they ran awa’ man.

AN OLD WOMAN CLOTHED IN GREY. AN old woman clothed in grey, had a daughter was charming and young, But fhe was deluded aftray, by Roger’s falfe flattering tongue; With whom fhe often had been, abroad in the meadows and fields, Her belly grew up to her chin, her fpirits funk down to her heels.

At length fhe began for to puke ; her mother poffeffed with fear, She gave her a gentle rebuke, and cry’d Daughter, a word in your ear ; I doubt you’ve been playing the fool, which many call, hey ding a ding, Why did you not follow my rule, and tie your two toes in a firing.