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[ 4 ] My dear you’ll have the money, before I go awa'.

O when the rest were gone to bed. This maid went to the barn, To ly with the jolly Tinker, and for to keep him warm ; O quickly then she did undress, herself from top to toe, In a well made bed they had fine sport, among the pease-straw.

But early the next morning, before the break of day. The Tinker rose, put on his clothes, and said, I must away ; He gave her fifty guineas, well ty’d up in a purse. Said he, My dear, you need not fear, I hope you’re not the worse.

When 18 weeks were past and gone, this maid turn’d pale and wan, And then for to suspect her, her mother she began ; Come tell to me, my dear, says she, who has done you this harm ? I fear it’s been the Tinker, that lay into the barn.

He was the bravest Tinker, that ever I did fee ; He gave me fifty guineas, to pay the nourice-fee.