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LI.

As I went over hettery-tottery, I ſpy'd a cuterel playing with her cambril, And cry'd, Ho! neighbour, ho! Lend me your gun, and go, To ſhoot at your caterel, playing with her cambril, And you ſhall have the curl of the Doe.

It was a man who called to his neighbour for a gun to ſhoot a Deer, and be ſhould have her umbles.

LII.

My Lord & my Lady together were brought, Breechleſs & bare-arſe together they wrought, To make up the matter, one hole in another, Crinklam cranklum their arſes went together A Malt Mill.

LIII.

At the end of my yard there is a vat, Four-and-twenty Ladies dancing in that; Some in green gowns, and ſome in blue hats: I count him a wiſe man who tells me that. A Field of Flax.

LIV. Two lookers, two crookers, Four hangers, four gangers, And a flap to ſcare the flies away. A Cow.

LV.

There is a thing that nothing is, 'Tis fooliſh, wanton, ſober, wiſe, It hath no wings, nor eyes, nor ears,