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A new Song, called Rare Nell,

THere was a wealthy lover, in Bristol town did dwell, He had a handsome housekeeper, whose name was called Nell, He oftentimes had kissed her, as I the truth shall tell, Her petticoats grew short before, says O rare Nell.

It fell upon their fleepy days, to bed they went to sleep, She wrung her hands, and tore h no sleep then could she get, (ha You’ve stole away my virgin rose, come wed me sir, said she, For among other maids I sigh, and say woes me.

He wish’d the devil might take h a woeful tale to tale, If ever I prove false unto my charming dear Nell, In about a month thereafter he turn’d her out of house,