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 ( 3 ) He was longing tor a richer, so left poor Nell.

A project came into her her head, to get a chimney sweep, And a bargain with him I’ll make, if he’ll my secret keep, if he’ll lend me his sutty clothes, of other ones she said, And if you keep my secret well, you shall be handsome paid.

She told the pretty little boy, what she was going to do, And if that you do mannage well, a crown I’ll give to you ; she load his back with gun powder prepared was she well. A lighted match, away she went, says O rare Nell.

With a pair of horns on her head, so well became them she, And there she plac’d the little boy, just below a tree ; It fell about the hour of one, as you shall plainly hear,