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PON a march it was my lot
 * a billet for to share,

Into an inn, which made me grin,
 * to see my dame so fair;

My landlord he prov'd kind to me,
 * and I got quarters there,

And it's true I kiss'd my landlady,
 * let that stand there.
 * Let that stand there, My dear,
 * let that stand there,
 * 'Tis true I kiss'd my landlady,
 * let that stand there.

Our lousy landlord blamed me,
 * for doing of this deed,

Because I did relieve his wife,
 * when in the time of need.

Being a petty constable,
 * for him I did not care.

Its true I kiss'd his bonny wife,
 * let that stand there.

Let that &c.

Our orders were for Ireland,
 * fresh quarters to prepare.

Which made my handsome landlady,
 * begin to curse and swear;