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You're welcome bonny Jean Gordon,
Countess of Northumberland to be.
Now the Captain came off with his lady,
And his sweet babies three,
Saying, I'm as good blood by descent.
Though the great Duke of Gordon you be.
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All Round My Hat.
Al round my hat I vear's the green villow,
All round my hat for a twelvemonth and a day,
If any vone should ax me the reason vy I vears it
I te ls them that my true love is far far avay,
Twas a going of my rounds in the street I first d dmeet her,
oh, I thought she was an angel just come down from the sky,
Spoken,—She'd a nise' wegitable countenance,
turnip nose, reddish cheeks, and carroty hair,
And never heard a woice more louder and sweeter
Vhen she cried, buy my primroses, primroses, come buy,
Spoken--Here's your fine cauliflowers.
All round my hat, &c,
Spoken—Here's your precious turnips,
oh, now my love, she vos fair an she was kind toe,
o cruel was vos the cruel judge vot had my love try,
For thieving vos a thing she never was inclin'd to,
