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NEW and OLD MEDLEY.
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DOff with your clogs and cockers,
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And don with your hose and shoon,
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And away to John at the Cock at Pegham,
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And we will have a new tune, tol, lol.
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Says old Sir Simon the King.
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To young Sir Simon the Squire,
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Old father Jenkinson kist mother Wilkinson,
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Round about our coal fire.
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My father gave me a white horse,
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My mother gave me a brown c[o]w?
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My sister shes turnd whore,
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And what is that to you?
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As I went over the water,
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For want of company,
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I met with a lass a scratching her arse,
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Will you buy any milk for firmity?
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There was an old woman had nothing,
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And there came thieves to rob her,
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She cryd ot and sa[i]d nothing,
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And no body came to help her.
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There were threescore women run naked,
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And fourscore of them was blind,
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He run, she run, and I run,
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And so we run all of a mind.
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If a man should lie with my wife,
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Ill kill him if I can,
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Ill stick my nose in his arse,
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Zounds! a mans but a man.
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Somebody come light me a candle,
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My wife she will die in my arms,
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I dare not loek at her for laughing,
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Come somebody knock out her brains.
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My fathers a Lady of honour,
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My mothers a justice of peace,
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My arse is an apple-pie maker,
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And you may come to the feast.
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There was an old woman of Wigan
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She shit in a bottle of h[a]y,
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She run threescore miles to a meeting,
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And shit and pist all the way.
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My landlady roasted a whiting,
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And all the house stunk of the fish,
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She run about farting and shiting,
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The devil set fire to her arse.
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When I have got money Im merry,
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When I have got none I am sad,
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When I am sober Im civil,
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And when I am drunk I am mad.
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And hey for a pipe of tobacco,
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And hey for a bottle of wine,
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And hey for a pretty girl
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That will turn her bare belly to mire.
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M[a]rjoram grows by thyme,
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Thyme [i]t grows by sag[e],
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Clap your belly to mine,
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And put the bird into the eage.
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The beginning of St Lege[r]s round,
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The cow leapt over the moon,
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The maid she shit in the cream pot,
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And well have a dumplin soon.
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Take an old whore and roast her,
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Baist her w[e]ll with cheese,
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Lay her out in a frosty night,
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L[i]sten to one but shell freeze.
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Take her in the next morning,
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Lay her in a b[e]d of straw,
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Then set fire to her arse,
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Ten to one but shell thaw.
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Coverlys cows in the corn,
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No body helps her out,
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Coverlys wife is beshit,
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And nobody lends her a cl[o]ut.
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The good-wife pist in the grass,
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And there sprung up a rose,
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The cobler bit his wife by the arse,
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And she beshit his nose.
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There was a maid, and she was sick,
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The doctors told her she must die,
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She got up to piss and shit,
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She was as well as you or I.
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Jo[a]n shall I see your coney?
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Jo[a]n shall I feel your coney?
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How the devil, said she, will you feel my coney,
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And my petticoats hang so low.
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There was an old woman, and she
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And me crept up in a tree,
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And when she came there, her arse it was b[a]re,
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And her conjuring cap you might see.
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Did not you know Tom Dod?And did not you know Tom Dod?
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His breeches was tore behind and before
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And his two-pence went niddity-nod.
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There was an old woman, cock-ram her.
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She livd at the sign of the hammer;
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She dyd of the col[i]ck, I l[a]ughd at the frolick,
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To see how the sexton did jam her.
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Will you buy any beer of me??
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Will you buy any beer of me
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For I have a barrel to broach,
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A little above my knee.
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Tis eighteen-pence a quart,
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And half-a-crown to trust,
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Sixteen shillings a Gallon,
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And that makes twenty just.
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