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8 The Diguied Squire.

was a wealthy farmer, liv’d in the north country, And he had a daughter, beautiful and free. There was a quire, who liv’d hard by, Upon this pretty fair maid he did fix an eye.

He hoited up his budget, and to the farmer’s houe he came. It’s have you any pots to mend, or have you any pans, Or have you any lodgings, for me a ingle man. The farmer granted lodgings, but thinking of no harm, It’s if you abide about this houe, you mut lie in the barn. Away this fair maid goes, to make the tinker’s bed; The tinker being mart of foot, got up to bar the door, He took her in his arms, and threw her on the floor. They tos’d and tumbled, until the break of day; He ays, my pretty fair maid, it’s time I was away. It’s oh! ince you’ve got your will of me, pray tell me your name; He whiper’d oftly in her ear, they call me Davy Fa’ In remembrance of that merry night, among the peae traw.

I believe you are with child, my dear, as I uppoe you be; Here is twenty guineas, to pay the nure’s fee. When I come road again, I’ll give you as much more, In remembrance of that merry night, of the barring of the door.

S.

J. Neilon, printer.