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By this time the neighbours broke open the door,
and strove for to part them asunder;
But she, like a scold, did make thus reply,
go hang you, you rogue, I'll fight till I die,
She up with her hand double, gave him a black eye!
saying, blast you, you rogue, I'll be master.
O RARE COUNTRY LASSES.
The Lasses that live in this town,
They for the Lads will give a crown,
The Lads they are so very scant,
They will take any before they want
O rare country Lasses. O rare Lasses O.
With Capuchines and Cardinals,
They love the Lads that have good t--ls,
But how to get I do not ken,
Although they were ne'er so fain. O, &c.
They take three rows of pins to dress,
They will stand two hours at the glass,
When this is done they march away,
Thinking there's none like them so gay, &c.
