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 To-morrow night, most certainly, I'll come and visit thee; With all my heart, kind sir, you are welcome unto me.

She took the loin of mutton, refuse it she would not; Straight home then she did carry it, and boil'd it in the pot; When her husband he came home, she told him what she had; His heart it jumpt for joy, he was so very glad.

She said, my loving husband, how must this contrivance be? To-morrow night, most certainly, the Butcher comes to me, You must get under the bed, and take a sword with you, And if the butcher comes, swear you'll run him through.

I never handled sword, nor fought in all my life. Pray take the sword yourself, my lovely dear good wife; You must not be faint hearted, but fight with courage bold, For if we do win the day, we'll gain great store of gold.