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 She spill'd my liquor And bade me for to quite the place, Yet her damp'd would never cease, Till I went to the Coal Hole.

Not caring for her damn'd prat, Resolving to retaliate, Whatever next should be my fate, And soon I'd make her head roll. Then who came in but Billy Wright, And began to fight. We broke put out the light And we soon found out the Coal Hole.

Who to my surprise next came in, Was a gay young coxcomb tall and slim, And round his hat he'd a gay gold rim, And in his hand a long pole. Says he my lad I charge you this, Put on your clothes and quite the place. Or damn me If I ever cease Till I march you to the Coal Hole.

Not caring for this cowardly prince, Or as little for his consequence I bade him stand in his own defence, Or soon I'd make his head roll. Then he went out as quick as thought, The watchman, I suppose he sought For he more than half a dozen brought And they marched me to the Coal Hole.

When I went there surprised to view, A number of the female crew Some dressed in black and some in blue The sight to me seemed quite droll.