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'TWas early one Morning, the Cock had just crow'd; Sing hey ding, hoe ding, langtridown derry; My Holiday Cloaths on, and face newly Mow'd, with a hey ding, hoe ding, drink your brown Berry; The Sky was all Painted, no Scarlet so Red, For the Sun was just then getting out of his Bed, When Teresa and I went to Church to be sped; ''With a hey ding, hoe ding, shall I come to Wooe thee, Hey ding, hoe ding, will ye buckle to me; Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding derry, derry, Derry ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, hey lantridown derry''.

Her Face was as fair, as if't had been in Print, Sing hey ding, &c. And her small Ferret eyes, did lovingly Squint; With a hey down, &c. Yet her mouth had been damag'd with Comfits & plumbs, And her Teeth that were useless, for biting her Thumbs, Had late, like ill Tennants, forsaken her Gums; With a hey ding, hoe ding, &c.