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 Goodman, quoth. ſhe How may this be,
 * that every thing is gone arear?

Goodwife. Wa'k out and in, and ſee,
 * and then you will have cauſe to ſpear.

Quoth ſhe, Goodman. Indeed I fear,
 * if you ſhould occupy this trade,

Within a quarter of a year,
 * our houſe will come to a ſmall ſtead.

Now when you have theſe lines all read,
 * and of the writer would have skill.

From the highway you need not ſpeed,
 * but ſpeer for Lady Ann's New Mill.


 * With my friends I'll be drinking,

And with vigour purſue my delight;
 * While the fool is deſigning,
 * His fatal confining,

With Bacchus I'll ſpend the whole night.


 * With the God I'll be jolly,
 * With madneſs and folly,

Fickle woman to marry implore;
 * Leave my bottle and friend,
 * For ſo ſocliſh an end!

When I do, may I never drink more.