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[ 6 ] THE GIN DRINKER'S FROLIC.

AS thro' Spitalfields one day I was walking, A bunch of old women I heard there a talking; It happened to be at a pawnbroker's door, They were damning his eyes for a ſon of a whore. Derry down, down, hey derry down.

Saysone, Here's my ſmock, and he won't take it in, Tho often for threepence I've pawn'd it for gin; But now it is grown ſo ragged before, That into the ſhop it ſhan't enter more. Derry down, down, hey derry down.

Says one to the other. Then never mind that, For two win I can yet get on my hat, Tho'it col but three halfpence one day in Ragfair, It will pop for a groat, I vow and declare. Derry down, down, hey derry down.

Then altogether away they did ſteer, And at one another began for to jeer; (down, They caught hold of each other elſe they'd fallen For the ſcore that in gin they'd ſpent half a crown. Derry down, down, hey derry down.

Then away to old Arefes, the truth I declare, Where they pawn'd the hat was bought in Ragfair, From thence to the pewter-pot in White's Row, Where for gin all the whole groat it did go. Derry down, down, hey derry down.

Then away they did go into Red Lion's Street, Where one of the women her huſband did meet; You've been getting drunk I've been forc'd to ſtand Sayordo what I pleaſe you muſt have your will, (ſtill, Derry down, down, hey derry down.