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16 I've got an acre of ground, I've got it set with pratoes; I've got of backey a pound, And got some tea for the ladies I've got the ring to wed, Some whisky to make us gaily; A matress, feather bed, And a handsome new shelalah. Only say, &c.

You've got a charming eye, You've got some spelling & read You've got, and so have I, A taste for genteel breeding. You're rich, and fair, and young, As every body's knowing; You've got a dacent tongue, Whene'er 'tis set a-going. Only say, &c.

For a wife, till death, I am willing to make ye; But, och, I waste my breath, The devil himself can't wake ye 'Tis just beginning to rain, So I'll get under cover, I'll come to-morrow again, And be your constant lover. Only say, &c.