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 And even in case of invasien, I've nothing to fear for my wifel Nay, if leath in the church-yard had laid her, I shouldn't much weep at my fate; But nature so crooked has made her, I'm sure I shan't bury her .Then way, HOT CODLINS. A !??,-= old woman her livin ot ABy selling hot aleall!ns, hot! hbt! hot! nd this little old wornaft who oodlins sold, Thou$h her codlips were hot, thought she felt cold; So to keep herself warm, she thought it no sin, To fetch he/seW a quantam of - Ri tel, This little old woman set off in a trot, To fetch her a quartern of hot! hot! hot! She swallowed one glass, and, it was so nice, She tipt off another in a tr/ca; The glass she filled till the bottle shrunk, And this little old woman, they say, ot Ri tel, Th/s little old woman, while muzay she got, Some boys stole her codlips hot! hot! hot!' Powder under her pan put, and in it round stone: Says the little old woman, "thes apples have The powder the pan in her face did 'nd, Which ent the old woman on her lq.r ,, Ri tel, The little old woman then up she got, All in a fury, hot! hot.* hot! Says she, ,, such boys, ure, never were knowll, Tlmy never will let an old woman alone,"

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