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He laid her on the ringle tree.
And gave her kisses three,
With his, &c.
And gave her twenty guineas
To pay the horses' fee,
With his, &c.
Had you been an honest lass,
As I took you to be,
With a &c.
You might have rode in your carriage,
And gone along with me,
With my, &c.
This beggar he took a horn,
And blew it wondrous shrill,
With his, &c.
And four-and-twenty belted knights
Came riding o'er the hill,
With his, &c.
Now if you are afraid,
That you should miscall your child,
With his, &c.
You may call him for the daddy o't,
The great Duke of Argyle.
With his, &c.
