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'TWas early one Morning, the Cock had just crow'd;
Sing hey ding, hoe ding, langtridown derry;
My Holiday Cloaths on, and face newly Mow'd,
with a hey ding, hoe ding, drink your brown Berry;
The Sky was all Painted, no Scarlet so Red,
For the Sun was just then getting out of his Bed,
When Teresa and I went to Church to be sped;
With a hey ding, hoe ding, shall I come to Wooe thee,
Hey ding, hoe ding, will ye buckle to me;
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding derry, derry,
Derry ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, hey lantridown derry.
Her Face was as fair, as if't had been in Print,
Sing hey ding, &c.
And her small Ferret eyes, did lovingly Squint;
With a hey down, &c.
Yet her mouth had been damag'd with Comfits & plumbs,
And her Teeth that were useless, for biting her Thumbs,
Had late, like ill Tennants, forsaken her Gums;
With a hey ding, hoe ding, &c.
