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XLVI.

I held up a ſtone to a white bone, With face to face, turn'd up its arſe, And ay as it roſe, I got the doſe. One drinking out of a Stone Bottle. XLVII.

In the bed it ſtands, in the bed it lies, Its lofty neb looks to the ſkies, The bigger it is, the goodwife loves’t better: She pluck’t & fuck’t it, till her eyes did water; She took it in her hand, and ſaid it was good, Put it in her belly, and it ſtirr'd up her blood. An Onion.

XLVIII.

I have a knack upon my knee, And in the midst a hole there be, Forth came a young man, luſty and ſtrong, And put in a thing two handfuls long. A Maid who bad a ſheath, and a young Man put a knife into it,

XLIX.

Sarah An Mary, I love them both well, So the name of my ſweetheart unto you I tell: And yet it was neither Sarah nor Mary, Come tell me her name, and do not tarry. Her name was ANN.

L.

I went, and I knew not where; I met, and I knew not whom; And I got the thing I'll never forget: and yet I came a maiden home. A Child going to be baptized.