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 Then on his back the poor man did take her, And ſwore before right a cripple he'd make her; So then, gentlemen, I came laughing away, I thought I'd ſeen ſport enough for the whole day. Derry down, down, hey derry down.

He took her ſuch a dig, in the kennel he threw her, She ſtunk ſo with gin he could not ſland o'er her; There ſhe did ly like a juniper ſow, She ſtrove to get up, but could not tell how. Derry down, down, hey derry down.

Walking, a talking, and a walking was I, To meet my ſweet Billy, he'll come by & by, To meet him in the meadows is all my delight, A walking and taking from morning till night.

Meeting is a pleaſure, but parting is a grief, And an inconſtant lover is worſe than a thief, A thief can but rob me and take what I have, But an inconſiſtent lover ſends me to my grave.

The grave it will rot me and bring me to duſt, But an inconſtant lover no maiden can truſt, They'll kiss you, they'll court you, poor girls to deceive There's not one in twenty that you can believe.

The cucko's a fine bird, ſhe ſings where ſhe flies, She brings us good tidings and tells us no lies, She ſucks of ſweet flowers to keep her voice clear, The more ſhe ſings cucko, the ſummer draws rear.

Come all ye pretty maidens wherever ye be, Don't ſettle your love on a ſycamore tree, The leaf it will wither, and the root it will die, And if I'm forſaken, I know not for why.