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 And when the chicken is in it's shell, I'm sure it hath no bone; The dove it is a gentle bird, It flies without a ga', And we shall both lie in ae bed, And thou's lie next the wa'.

Hold away from me, kind Sir, I pray you give me o'er, For I will not go to your bed, Till you tell me questions four. Questions four yon must tell me, And that is twa and twa, Or I will not lie in your bed, Neither at stock nor wa'.

You must get me some winter fruit, That in December grew; And I must have a silk mantel, That waft was ne'er cad thro' What bird sings best, what'wood buds first, What dew does on them fa; And then I'll lie into your bed, Either at stock, or wa',

My father has some winter fruit, That in December grew My mother has a silk mantle, That waft was ne'er ca'd thro';