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 And Charlie he's my darling,

The young Chevalier.

As he came walking up the street,

The City for to view,

He spy'd a maiden young and sweet,

at a widow looking thro.

And Charlie, &c.

She said, My Father's gone abroad,

my mother's not at home,

You're welcome here, dear Charlie,

'twas you I thought upon.

And Charlie, &c.

O he has ta'en his bonny lass,

and set her on his knee:

Said she, I know, my bonuybonny [sic] lad,

you are in love with me.

And Charlie, &c.

He took her into his arms,

all in his highland dress,

And gave her many a clap and kiss,

which pleas'd the bonny lass.

And Charlie, &c.

Then he took out a purse of gold,

it was aaas [sic] long's his arm,

Here, take you that, dear Jenny,

it will do you no harm.

And Charlie, &c.