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(4) And now they're marry'd in great ſplendor we hear, Now he poſſeſſes nine thouſand by year, With his beautiful Lady, and likewiſe his hall, He has men and maid ſervants, and all at a call.

Here's a health to the Plough boys, my Lady did cry, I'm wedded to a Plough man, I'll never deny; Becauſe they're men of honour, and that we are ſure, Becauſe they do labour for both rich and poor.

And when they were marry'd, ſhe told him the fun, How ſhe hunted the Farmer with her dog and her gun; But now I have him ſo faſt in the ſnare, I'll enjoy him for ever, I vow and declare.

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HE Lincolnſhire Farmer he had a fair wife, The Clerk of the pariſh lov'd her as his life; In pleaſures of love they would frolic and play, Till her kind loving huſband grew jealous they ſay.

Then ſtraight to a cunning man away he did go, To know whether he was a cuckold or no; Says the cunning man if my council you'll take, To-morrow night pleaſant good ſport I will make.

There's an old hollow oak half a mile out of town, To keep yourſelf warm, take your cloak & your gown, And in that ſame oak you ſhall lodge all the night, To-morrow I'll ſhow you a delicate ſight.

The Farmer reſolved the project to try, With the Conjurer's humour he then did comply; He then told his wife he muſt ride out of town, With a ſorrowful ſigh ſhe began to look down.