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Rh This was enough to make a Maiden sick And full of Pain; She begins to Fling and Kick, And swore she'd rent her Smock in twain But you shall hear anon, There was a Man his name was John, To whom this Maid she went alone, And in this manner made her moan; I prithee John tell me no Lie, What ails my Dame to Squeak and Cry? I prithee John tell me the same, What is't my Master gives my Dame?

It is a Steel, quoth John, My Master gives my Dame at Night: Altho' some fault she find, I'm sure it is her Heart's Delight: And you Joan for your part, You love one withal your Heart: Yes, marry then quoth John, Therefore to you I make my moan; If that I may be so bold, Where are these things to be sold? At London then said John, Next Market day I'll bring thee one.

What will a good one cost, If I shou'd chance to stand in need? Twenty Shillings, says John, And for Twenty Shillings you may speed Then Joan she ran unto her Chest, And fetch'd him Twenty Shillings just; John, said she, here is your Coin,