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Two wooden ſpoons and an old tin kettle,
a pipkin crack’d but doth not run,
So if you take her, and wife you make her,
all this you’ll have when you’re my ſon,
The jolly Taylor quickly conſented,
for to be married out of hand.
And with her portion he was contented,
being as much as he did demand;
In a cart were carried for to be married,
in a rag ſned the firſt job was done,
Where the old wife danc'd & the cobler pranc'd
for to ſee their daughter and their ſon.
A Chimney Sweeper he was the Parſon,
an old Small Coal-man he stood for Clerk,
To view the Bride ſhe was quite handſome,
was you to ſee her in the dark;
She was hump-backed, and bandy-legged,
and her mouth as wide as a barrel’s bung,
So they were wedded, and then were bedded,
in Gravel-lane all amongſt the dung.
The Magic Cavern, or Virtue’s Triumph.
C O M E liſten ye lads, and ye laſſes around,
To a ſtave or two ſung by Harry Hidebound,
A tanner I am, of no humble degree,
And tanners all mankind I’ll prove are like me.
Tol de roll, etc.
The lawyer ſo great, with big wig and long hand,
His conscience, as bullock’s hide, ſtoutly tann'd,
Yet touch with a double ſee wiſely that part,
’Twill ſtretch like a glove, it is tann'd with ſuch fit
To de roll etc.
