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And when we march’d to Paris gates, with drums and trumpets so merrily, O then bespoke the King in France, have mercy Lord on my men and me. O I will send him his tribute home, ten tun of gold that was due to he. And the best Flower that is in all France, to the Rose in England I will give free.

THE PARSON’S FAT WEDDER.

A R T I N M A S is now come on, and Christmas is drawing near: And we have nothing in the house, for to make good Christmas cheer. Fal &c.

The little wee boy he’s standing by, and hearing what his father did say. Father, we’ll kill the Minister’s Wedder, and we'll have without delay.

The Priest he has a good fat Wedder, as e’er was fed on corn or grass: I’ve got some crumbs of bread in my pocket, I’ll wyle the Wedder into the house.

We will put on the mei kettle, and ks below't to make it boil; And we will kill the Minister’s Wedder, and we’ll have mutton without any toil.

The little wee boy goes to the wood, and ay e merrily as he sang, My father has kill'd the Minister's Wedder, I would not tell this to any man.