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shall we have for dinner, Mistress Bond? There's beef in the larder, and ducks in the pond. Dill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, dill'd, Come here and be kill'd. Dill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, dill'd, Come here and be kill'd.

Send us the beef first, good Mistress Bond; Then get your ducks dress'd out of the pond. Dill, ill, &c.

John Ostler, go and kill a duck or two; Ma'am, says John Ostler, I'll try what I can do. Dill, ill, &c.

I've been to the ducks that are in the pond. But they will not come to be kill'd, Mistress Bond. Dill, ill, &c.

Mistress Bond then flies to the pond in a rage, With plenty of onions and plenty of sage. Dill, ill, &c.

And cries, Little wagtails, come here and be kill'd, For you must be stuff'd, and my customers fill'd. Dill, ill, &c.

