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  London lad I was, a merchant’s prentice bound, My name's George Barnwell that did ſpend
 * my maſter many a pound.

As I upon a certain day,
 * was walking through the ſtreet,

About my matter’s buſineſs
 * a wanton I did meet;

A gallant dainty dame
 * and ſumptuous in attire,

With ſmiling look we greeted me
 * and did my name require.

In faith my boy, ſald ſhe,
 * ſuch news I can thee tell,

As ſhall rejoice the very heart,
 * ſo came where I do dwell.

Good Barnwell, then quoth ſhe,
 * do thou to Shoreditch come,

And ask for Mrs Millwood’s houſe
 * next door unto the gun.

At night I knocked at the door,
 * and ſhe herſelf came down,

Ruſling in moſt rich attire,
 * her hood and ſilken gown.

She took me by the hand
 * and with a modeſt grace,

Welcome ſweet Barnwell, then ſaid ſhe,
 * unto this homely place.