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14 She spill'd my liquor smack'd my face, And bade me for to quit the place, Yet her damn'd clack 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 we like fools began to fight. We broke the glass 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 quit 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 blur, The sight to me seemed quite droll.