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(4) A butcher in St. James's did dwell,

Had a beautiful daughter, none could her excel,

She was handſome and pretty nay proper and ſtrait,

And many a ſweetheart upon her did wait.

At length a young nobleman who liv'd juſt by,

On this beauty bright chanc'd to caſt an eye:

Said he, I will ſtrive to get her maidenhead,

But with her I'm reſolved never to wed.

He gave her a gold watch and jewels they ſay,

And took her each night to a ball or a play:

She freely conſented with him for to wed,

But all that he wanted was her maidenhead.

He ſaid my dear jewel, if you will agree,

To let me have this night's lodging with thee,

A hundred bright guineas I'll give thee he cry'd,

And to-morrow morning you ſhall be my bride.

She ſaid, noble ſir, all hazard's I'll run,

But if it be known I'm ſurely undone:

For when I do come in the dark it muſt be,

Or elſe I will never ſurrender to thee.

He gave her the gold and he did her ſalute,

And ſaid, my dear creature, I make no diſpute,

My man ſhall wait on you in the dark, he ſaid,

And I will go inſtantly home to my bed.

With kiſſes they parted, and homeward ſhe went,

And ſtraight for a Blackamoor woman ſhe ſent,

She told her the ſtory they quickly agreed,

In ſome of her clothes ſhe dreſt her with ſpeed.

Five guineas you'll receive when the job it is o’er,

Straightway ſhe conducted the Black to the door,

She gave a ſoft knock, the footman was near,

And then he conducted her up to her dear.

It being quite dark, he could not ſee her face,

In amorous manner he did her embrace,

At firſt ſhe ſceem'd ſhy and began for to weep,

But they revell'd in pleaſure till they fell aſleep.