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 (3) Which made them all in hast from the table to , With that she cry’d out it is a collic my dear.

They sent for the doctor her pulse for to feel, And then she was pain from the neck to the hell; Which made the young doctor for to thack his head,                                     (bed. Madam you’ll be better when you're brought to

O says the squire what mean you by that, The lady crys cut the pain's in my back, O says the doctor I do not dout that, But you'll be better when you’re brought to bed,

The squire like a mad man he rap't up and down, For help to his lady but none could he found, He went to the hall door and gave a loud call, I believe the devil’s got Jenny and all.

He went to the kitchen to call the cook maid, But she on a bed by herself there was laid, The chamber maid made answer out of the next room, Sir I am so bad that cannnot come down.

O come noble lady tell me if you can, If all these childern were got by one man, He gave her a kiss it was in good cheer, for the sake of the l forgive you my dear. With,my fal, lalal, ladie a day.

Picking Lillies.

DOWN in yon meadow fresh and gay. Picking lilies fresh and gay,

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