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 ( 3 ) He needs muft have a fupper d deft. And call’d for liquor of the beft, And there they tofs’d off bumpers free. The jolly beggar-wench and he.Fa, &c

A dofe fhe gave him as 'tis thought, Which by the landlady was bought; For all the night he lay in bed, Secure as if he had been dead.Fa,&c

Then did fhe put on all his clothes, His bat, his breeches, and his hofe, His coat, his perriwig likewife, And feiz’d upon the golden prize. Fa, &c.

Her greafy petticoat and gown. In which fhe rambled up and down, She left the merchant's fon in lieu, Her bag of bread and bacon too. Fa, &c.

Down ftairs like any fpark fhe goes, Five guineas to the hoft the throws, And fmiling then fhe went away, And ne'er was heard of to this day. Fa, &c

When he had took his long repofe. He look’d about and mifs’d his clothes, And law her rags lie in the room. How he did ftorm, nay fret and fume. &c.

Yet wanting clothes and friends in town, Her greafy petticoat and gown He did put on, and mounted ftrait, Bemoaning his unhappy fate.Fa, &c.