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And even in case of invasien, I've nothing to fear for my wifel Nay, if ?leath in the church-yard had laid her, I shouldn't much weep at my fate; But nature so crooked has made her, I'm sure I shan't bury her .Then ?way, HOT CODLINS. A ?!??,-= old woman her livin? ?ot ABy selling hot aleall!ns, hot! hbt! hot! nd this little old wornaft who oodlins sold, Thou$h her codlips were hot, thought she felt cold; So to keep herself warm, she thought it no sin, To fetch he/seW a quantam of - Ri tel, This little old woman set off in a trot, To fetch her a quartern of hot! hot! hot! She swallowed one glass, and, it was so nice, She tipt off another in a tr/ca; The glass she filled till the bottle shrunk, And this little old woman, they say, ?ot Ri tel, Th/s little old woman, while muzay she got, Some boys stole her codlips hot! hot! hot!' Powder under her pan put, and in it round stone?: Says the little old woman, "thes? apples have The powder the pan in her face did '?nd, Which ?ent the old woman on her lq?.r ,, Ri tel, The little old woman then up she got, All in a fury, hot! hot.* hot! Says she, ,, such boys, ?ure, never were knowll, Tlmy never will let an old woman alone,"