ALl Gentlemen and Cavaliers
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that doth delight in sport,
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Come here and listen to my Song,
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for it shall be but short:
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And I'le tell you as brave a Jest,
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as ever you did hear:
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The Lasses of Kinghorn Town
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put our Officers in fear.
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2 It fell upon a Wednesday
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the Month of February,
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Some of the brave Commanders
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came to Kinghorn Ferry,
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Having with them a Chapman Lad,
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a Prisoner they had ta'en,
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The Tide was spent e're they came there,
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and to the Town the're gane.
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3. And as they went along the street
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the Chapman made his Moan.
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He wrang his hands and said, alas,
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that ever he was born;
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For I'm a silly poor Pedler,
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from me they ta'en my Pack,
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Of all my seven years gathering
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they left me not a plack,
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4. But yet with this they'r not content.
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nor will they pass me so,
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But I must be a Soger,
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to Flanders I must go.
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To Flanders I must go?
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a Soger for to be.
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But I will die e're I come there,
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I'll be so siek at sea.
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5. The Women were much moved
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to hear him make his Moan.
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And some of them most courteously
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unto the Captain's gone,
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Desiring him of Charity
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that he would let him gang
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But he answered them disdainfully,
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he'd rather see him hang.
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9. The women were much moved,
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and took this as a flight,
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Said he should be relieved
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in spite of all their Might:
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They gathered right hastily,
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and forth into a row,
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With Bleeching Knocks Harrow-Bills
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I wot they were not slow.
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7. The Captains they went back again,
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and out their swords did draw,
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The women then they leugh at them,
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of that they stood not awe;
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But then on them they throng'd so fast
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unto the ground them dang,
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And took the Swords out of their hands,
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and soundly did them bang.
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8 The Captains they got up again,
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and longer durst not bide,
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For little of their Valour
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I'm sure was seen that tide:
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