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THE KING AND WEST COUNTRYMAN.
There was an old chap in the west country,
A flaw in his lease the lawyers had found;
It were all about a-felling some oak trees,
And building some houses upon his own ground.
Ri tooral, &c.
Now this old chap to Lunnun did go,
To tell the King a part of his woe,
Likewise to tell him a part of his grief,
In hopes King George would give him relief.
Ri tooral, &c.
Now this old chap to Lunnun did go,
But found the King to Windsor had gone;
But if he had known he’d not been at home,
He domm’d his buttons if ever he’d come.
Ri tooral, &c.
Now this old chap to Windsor did go,
But the gates were barred, and all secure;
He humped and thumped with his oaken clump,
There’s room within for I, to be sure.
Ri tooral, &c.
Pray, Mr Noble, shew I the King—
What’s that the King that I see there?
I seed a chap at Bartlemy Fair,
Much liker a King than that chap there.
