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 But when Night came on, and we both were a Bed, Sing hey ding, &c. Such strange things were done, there's no more to be said. With a hey down, &c. Next Morning her head ran of mending her Gown, And mine was plagu'd how to pay Piper a Crown, And so we rose up the same Fools we lay down,        With a hey ding, hoe ding, &c. The Wedding, or the Farmers Holliday; A New. The Words made to a Pleasant Tune.

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