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and we'll have mutton without delay.
The prieſt he has got a good fat wedder,
as ever was fed on corn or graſs;
I've got ſome crumbs of bread in my pocket
I'li wyle the wedder into the houſe.
We will put on the mucklę kettle,
and ſticks below't to make it boil:
And we will kill the minister's Wedder,
and well lave mutton without any toil.
The little wee boy goes to the wood,
and ay ſo merrily as he ſang:
My father has killed the miniſter's wedder,
I would not tell this to any man.
The miniſter being in the wood,
leaning his back againſt an oak;
If you'll ſing me that ſong in the church,
I'll give you a crown and a new coat.
The morrow it being Chriſtmas day,
the miniſter he muſt be there;
The people all flocked to the church,
juſt as they'd been going to a fair,
The miniſter's gone to the church,
the congregation for to view,
There'll be a boy here in a little,
will ſing a ſong, which will be true.
