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 9 Her coats lay up for fear of burning,

She lov'd all warm but hated burning

An earthen pot with huming bear

Stood on a table very near;

For ſhe wou'd ſunk, ſmoke, fart, and drink,

And ſometimes raiſe a helliſh ſtink;

Our old wife turn'd her head about,

And ſpy'd at laſt her daughter out.

She cry'd, laſs, where de'il hae thou been?

I thought thou wou'd no more be ſeen?

You've got your belly full of play,

I'll warran't ye've had a merry day!

For now it will be twelve o'clock,

and more, for I've ſpun off my rock,

Laſs who's that with ye? who wou'd it be?

Sit ſtill, ſays Tom 'tis none but me;

I came to have a little claſh:

Hout lad get hame, ye're nought but faſh;

My pipe's juſt out, then we'll to bed;

So, Jenny, come and looſe my head,

And get ſome coals and mend the fire,

And lay my cods a little higher

And, Tom before that ye get hame,

And give my ſervice to your dame;

Die'l ſcratch your arſe what brought you here?

Ye've kept our daughter up I fear,

Tom roſe and came where Beſſy ſat,

And fann'd the fire with his hat;

Play'd with her pipe till it was broke,

And grin'd and laugh'd, and then he ſpoke

Your Jenny is my heart's delight;