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 ( 4 ) The greedy elf, 'cause he had pelf declar’d to him that she did love him.

Among all the lovers that she had the taylor lad his pleas’d her better. So now they’re married and resides into Woodhead of Fetterletter.

She wears red ribbons on her head, ribbons for to be her briddle, Sair works the kittle man, to keep the lazy din dame idle.

By this you see what money does, a man’s thought nothing of without, They who get it, the blind and lame will get a match you need not doubt it: | Had wa’ bid aw'had awa’ from winyfic They winna b'de to slug swa’ As deacon Frier would thread his needle.

The Answer to Tibby Fowler’s pride

MY answer Tibby, shall no be long, Now hear the burden of my song, Your Taylor s pride, and your disdain, Is made you hated by all men. Now Tibby as you'r in a glen, There’s not not a lad in sixty ten,

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