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 She pray'd for my prosp'rous health.
 * so lovingly we did agree,

At first she show'd me her wealth,
 * or the d—l should have had her for me.

She promis'd to make me the lord,
 * of every penny she had,

So lovingly as we did accord,
 * all people did think me mad;

Eat the end of my fingers did itch,
 * to handle the gold I did se,

I knew very well she was rich,
 * or the d—l should have had her for me.

Her stumps they are rotten and black,
 * for teeth she has none in her head,

And with a great hump on her back,
 * she waddled away to be wed.

I laught at the comical sight,
 * to thick that she wedded must be,

For if that she had not been rich,
 * the should have had her for me.

keep both my hawks and hounis,
 * and often a I go,

Sometimes upon other fo'ks grounds,
 * a young canny or so,