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( IO ) Bring me a fairing from the town,

at thy own proper coſt,

A jug of nappy liquor brown,

thy labour ſha’nt be loſt.

Jack made the Hermit this reply,

who then ſat in his cell,

What’s your requeſt, I'll not deny,

and ſo old Did farewel.

At night, he being ſtout and ſtrong,

this lad he did not fail,

But a' his back lugged along,

a ſwinging jug of ale:

Which when the Hermit he beheld,

it pleas’d him to the heart;

Out of the ſame a cup he fill’d,

and ſaid, before we part,

I have a Pipe which I’ll beſtow,

upon you never doubt,

Whoever hears the ſame you blow,

ſhall dance and ſkip about.

They ſhant be able to ſtand ſtill,

while you the muſic play,

But after you o’er dale and hill

all of them dance the hay.

I have a coat for thee likewiſe,

inviſible 1 mean;

And i ſhall ſo bedim their eyes

that thou ſhalt not be ſeen.

If thou ſhould with an hundred meet

when thus you paſs along,