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 Was ſet upon the table

for me and my ſweet dear.

Chor Fall the day, fall the day,

Fall the day, fall the day,

Right fall the day, fall the day.

Our ſupper being over,

our bodies to advance,

The fiddler he was ſent for

my love and I to dance;

We danced and carouſed,

the beſt part of the night,

And in each others company

we did take great delight.

Fall the day, fall the day, &c.

Then ſhe did take me by the hand,

and led me to her bed

And ſwore that I that very night,

ſhould have her maidenhead;

Then ſhe ramped and ſhe ſtamped

her heels againſt the floor,

With that two Iriſh bullies

came ruſhing to the door, Fal the day, &c.

Why are you there proud fellow?

what do you with my wife?

Come anſwer give me quickly,

or elſe I'll take your life.

Says the one unto the other,

we will not ſwear or curſe,

But if we ſpare his ſweet life,

we will not ſpare his purſe. Fal the, &c.