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 For I will not go into your bed,

Till you dress me dishes three.

Dishes three you must dress to me,

If I should eat them a’.

Before I ly into your bed,

Either at stock or wa’.

O I must have to my supper,

A cherry without a stone,

And I must have to my supper,

A chicken without a bone;

And I must have to my supper,

A bird without a ga’.

Before I ly into your bed,

Either at stock or wa.’

When the cherry is in the bloom,

I am sure it hath no stone,

And when the chicken’s in it’s shell,

I am sure it hath no bone:

The dove it is a gentle bird,

It flies without a ga.’

And we both shall ly in ae bed,

And thou’s ly next the wa.’

Hold away from me, kind sir,

I pray you give me o’er

For I will not go to your bed,

Till you tell me questions four,