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 ( 6 ) They grew as high as the church tops 'till they could grow to higher; And there grew in a True-lover's-Knot, that made all people admire. Then came the clerk of the pariſh, as you this truth ſhall hear, And by misfortune cut then down, or they had row been there.

WE ARYANTHONY WAS there ever a man So plagn'd 'with a wife; As I poor Anthony am? For I'm weary of my life, marrying of a wife, And can't please her do all that I can The morning when ini, She opens her dear eyes Saying, You dog, make me a fire, Some coffee or ſome tea, Pray now get for me, Or anything elſe I require, Six days in the week, My bread is to ſeek, And I always ſtrive to pleaſe her, She'll bawl and ſhe'll ſquall, and ſwear ſhe'll have all. And ſayſ I'm bound to maintain her.