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 And how sham’d were Margery, and how sham’d were I

Fal lal &c.

The wedding being over, then home we came prancing,

The fiddles struck up and we all fell a-dancing

Cousin Dicky stood by in the corner of the hall,

While Margery and I we open’d the ball,

Fal lal &c,

By and bye, Madge, I whisper’d and bid her begone.

Made as though I were sleepy, and did nought but yawn,

For plainly perceiving the night coming on,

I grew more impatient, till the stocking was thrown

Fal lal, &c.

 

OWN in yon meadow a couple did tarry,

The wife she drank naething but wine and canary,