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 And with a welcome and good cheer
 * she did him entertain.

One fortnight’s ſpace he ſtayed there,
 * until it chanced for

His uncle with his cattle did
 * unto the market go.

His kinſman needs muſt ride with him,
 * where he did ſee right plain,

Great ſtore of money he had took,
 * when coming home again;

Moſt ſuddenly within a wood
 * he knock’d his uncle down,

Then beat his brains out of his head,
 * ſo ſore he cracked his crown.

Then eighty pounds of ready caſh
 * out of his purſe he took,

And coming up to London town,
 * the country quite forſook.

Unto Millwood then he came,
 * ſhewing this ſtore of gold;

And how he had his uncle ſlain
 * to her he plainly told.

Piſh, ’tis no matter, George, ſaid ſhe,
 * ſince we the money have,

For to have good cheer in gallant ſort,
 * and deck us fine and brave.

Now this they liv’d in filthy ſort,
 * till all his ſtore was gone,

What means to get him any more
 * we wiſt poor George had none.

Now therefor thus in wailing ſort,
 * ſhe thruſt him out of door;

Which is the juſt reward of thoſe
 * that ſpend upon a whore.