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 6 By this time the neighbours broke open the door,

and strove for to part them asunder;

But she, like a scold, did make thus reply,

go hang you, you rogue, I'll fight till I die,

She up with her hand double, gave him a black eye!

saying, blast you, you rogue, I'll be master.

O RARE COUNTRY LASSES.

The Lasses that live in this town,

They for the Lads will give a crown,

The Lads they are so very scant,

They will take any before they want

O rare country Lasses. O rare Lasses O.

With Capuchines and Cardinals,

They love the Lads that have good t--ls,

But how to get I do not ken,

Although they were ne'er so fain. O, &c.

They take three rows of pins to dress,

They will stand two hours at the glass,

When this is done they march away,

Thinking there's none like them so gay, &c.