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HE like was never heard nor ſeen,

For oft Times I've been bidden,

’Tween Morpeth, Benridge, and Bowlsgreen,

But ne'er to ſuch a Wedding.

There's ne'er a Wight I dare well ſay,

Seek Tweed and all the Border;

At Supper-time began the Fray,

At Midnight cry’d out Murder.

Then Cuddy he click'd up the Cup,

Stout Stephen now have at thee;

Jockey and Jenny drank it up,

And Beſſy fetch'd Tobacco:

And Roger rave him by the Roof,

And he ſtruck neareſt Hand him;

Stout Stephen he's fell’d with a Cuff,

And on the Floor they fand him.

And tidey Tom lay on the Floor,

Which made him loſe his Hold there;

Miſchievous Martin, with a Stool,

Fell'd Francis ſtark and cald there: And