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 I’ll buy you silks and satins,

and all things you do choose,

I’ll buy you all new fashions

that you read of in the news.

O how can you maintain me,

and you a journey man;

How can you maintain me,

when you haven't a loom?

With your lee and your rubbing bone,

your knife instead of sheers:

But I'll go wed the taylor boy,

that needs neither reed nor gear.

If you do wed the taylor lad,

You’d have to take out the dung;

You'd have to dig the potatoes,

for work he can do none:

You’ll have to carry in the peats

in a basket or a creel,

While the tailor he sits on his beach,

threading a bar of steel.

Ho'd your tongue of my tailor boy,

he’ll not do so to me;

For when that he does go abroad,

I'll take my liberty;

And I will go a gossiping,

in all places thro’ the town:

And I will please my taylor boy,

at noon, when he comes home.

When your tailor boy does come home,

He'll clip off both your ears;

He’ll beat you with his lappiag board,

with his knife instead of sheers;