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( 12 ) Saying ’I’ll do the beſt I can

to plague them ail this night;

For crowders they are rogues indeed,

and tradeſmen they are worſe;

They’ll plunder all where’er they go,

and pick the laſſes purſe.

His pipes he ſtraight began to play,

the crowders they did dance;

The tradeſmen too, as faſt as they,

did caper, ſkip and prance.

Still he play'd up a merry ſtrain,

on his pides loud and ſhrill,

So that they danc’d and jump’d amain,

tho' fore againſt their will.

Said they. This is enchanted ground,

for though no foul we ſee,

Yet ſtill the muſic’s pleaſant ſound,

makes u dance veh’mently.

Jack Horner danc’d and piping went,

ſtraight down into the hollow,