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 Hold away from me, kind sir,

I pray let go my hand;

The supper-bell it will be rung,

No longer must I stand.

My father will no supper take,

If I be miss’d you knaw;

So I will not ly into your bed,

Neither at stock nor wa.’

Then says the pretty Lady,

I pray tell me your name ?

My name is Captain Wedderburn;

A servant to the King.

Tho’ thy father and his men were here,

Of them I'd stand no awe,

But would take thee to my own bed,

And lay thee next the wa’.

He took her to his lodging house,

His landlady look’d ben,

Says many Ladies in Embrugh I’ve seen,

But never such a one:

But such a pretty a face a this,

In it I never saw,

Go make her up a down-bed,

And lay her next the wa.

Hold away from me, kind Sir,

I pray you let me be,