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With that she took me by the sleeve
And off we trudg'd together.
A pratty wild goose chat we had,
Up and down stairs in and out, sirs,
A pratty wild goose chase we had,
The cobbled stones so gall'd me.
Whereon we came unto a door,
Where twenty lasses, ay and more,
Came out to have a bit galore
At Bumpkin, as they call'd me.
Walk in, kind sir, says she to me,
Quite politely, quite politely,
Walk in kind sir, says she to me.
Poor lad, they cried she's undone.
Walk in kind sir—not so, says I,
For ⟨I've⟩ got other fish to fry
I've seen you home, so now good by,
I'se Yorkshire tho in Lunnun.
My pockets soon I rummag'd o'er,
Cautious ever, cautious ever,
My pockets soon I rummaged o'er,
And I found a diamond ring there;
For I had this precaution took,
To stick in each a small fish-hook.
