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LL you that delight in a jocular song,
 * Come listen unto me a while, Sir,

I will engage you shall not tarry long,
 * before it will make you to smile, Sir.

Near to the town there liv'd an old man,
 * had three pretty maids to his daughters,

Of whom I shall tell such a story anon,
 * will tickle your fancy with laughter.

The old man he had in his garden a pond,
 * 'twas very fine summer weather,

The daughters one night, they were all very fond,
 * to go and bathe in it together.

Which they all agreed, but happ'ned to be,
 * espy'd by a youth in the house, Sir;

Who got in the garden, and climb'd up a tree,
 * and there lay as snug as a mouse, Sir.

The branch where he sat hung over the pond,
 * and each puff of wind made it totter:

Pleas'd with the thoughts he should sit so abscond,
 * and see them go into the water.

When the old man was safe in his bed,
 * the daughters to the pond repair'd, Sir,

One to the other two, laughing, she said,
 * as high as our bubbles we'll venture.

Upon the tender green grass they sat down,
 * and they all were of delicate feature;

Each, pull'd off her petticoats, smock and gown,
 * no sight could ever be sweeter.