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12 As I went over hettery tottery, I spy'd a cutterel playing with her cambril, And cry'd Ho, neighbour ho, Lend me your gun and go, To shoot at yon cutterel, 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 Dear, and he should have her umbles.)

My lord and my lady together were brought, Breechless and bare arse to ether they prought, To make up the matter, one hole in another, Crinklum cranklum their arses went together.

a Malt Mill

As the end of my yard there is a vat, Four and twenty ladies in a hat; Some in green gowns, and some in blue hats, I count him a wise man who tells me that.

a field of Flax

Two lookers, two crookers, Your hangers four gangere, And a sip to scar the flies away;

a Cow

Here is a thing that nothing is, 'Tis foolish, wanton, sober, wise; It hath no wings nor eyes, nor ears, And yet it flies, it sees, it hears, It lives by loss, it feels no smart, It lives in woe, it liveth not, Yet evermore that hungry elf, Doth feed on nothing but itself.

the wind