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 The ale-houſes crowded, you ſcarce can get in, Some calling for beer, for cyder and gin, The landlord laughs in's ſleeze his ſhoulders be ſhrugs He can ſell off his bad beer, in's ſhort meaſur'd mugs. To my fal de ral, theſe are the, etc.

Here's the big and the little, the luſty and tall, Some with plenty of money, and ſome none at all; Some diverting of others with abundance of rigs, Some dance to the fiddles like ſqueaking pigs. To my fal de ral, theſe are the, etc.

When the fair is o'er then homewards they throng, The lads and the laſſes they friſk it along, Men, women, and children, as home they repair, They read the new ſongs they bought at the fair. To my fal de ral, theſe are the, etc.

So now I'll conclude this diverſion and fun, Which may be reviv'd when next fair comes: Some, I doubt, will repent they took no better care, For perhaps in 9 months they'll remember the fair. To my fal de ral, theſe are the, etc.

E muſes aſſiſt me, I'd have you draw near, and guide both my hand and my pen, Theſe lines for to write, and I'll make it appear, how maids are deceiv'd by young men, Young men, how maids are deceiv'd by young men.

For once I'd a true love but now I have none, for a true love I cannot ſay, For he is deceitful, and from me is flown, I lament for him both night and day, Night & day, I lament for him both night and day.