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Pray, Mr. Kiug, how do you do?
I’ze gotten for yon a bit on a jobb’n,
And if you’re so kind, to make you amends,
I’ze gotten a summat in my fobb’n.
Ri tooral, &c.
The King he took the lease in hand,
And to sign it he was likewise willing;
And the farmer, to make him a little amends
He lugged out his bag, and gi’d him a shilling,
Ri tooral, &c.
The King, to carry on the joke,
He ordered ten pounds to be paid down,
For year and year after, and evermore,
Likewise ten shillings and half-a-crown
Ri tooral, &c.
The farmer he stared, and looked very funny,
To take up the cash he was likewise willing;
But if he had known he’d so much money,
He domm’d his wig if he’d gave him the shilling
Ri tooral, &c.
