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He took her to his lodging-house,
His landlady looked ben;
Says, many ladies in Edinburgh I've seen,
But never such a one ;
For such a pretty face as this
In it I never saw,
Go make her up a down-bed,
And lay her next the wa'.
O hold away from me, kind Sir,
I pray you let me be ;
For I will not go to your bed,
Till you dress me dishes three ;
Dishes three you must dress to me,
If I should eat them a',
Before that I lie in your bed,
Either at stock or wa'.
O I must have to my supper,
A cherry without a stone;
And I must have to my supper,
A chicken without a hone;
And I must have to my supper,
A bird without a ga',
Before I lie into your bed,
Either at stock or wa'.
When the cherry is into the bloom,
I'm sure it hain no stone;
