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Tixall Poetry.
Tis true, saies Hugh,
And soe, saies Sue,
And soe saies nimble Joyce.
The fidler then began to play the tune againe,
And every gill did trip it, trip it, trip it, unto the men.
And soe, saies Sue,
And soe saies nimble Joyce.
The fidler then began to play the tune againe,
And every gill did trip it, trip it, trip it, unto the men.
5.Lets kis, saies John,
Content saies Nan,
And soe saies every she;
How many, saies Batt,
Why three, saies Matt,
For that's a mayden's fee.
But they instead of three, did give them half a score,
The maids in kindnes, kindnes, kindnes, gave them as many
more.
Content saies Nan,
And soe saies every she;
How many, saies Batt,
Why three, saies Matt,
For that's a mayden's fee.
But they instead of three, did give them half a score,
The maids in kindnes, kindnes, kindnes, gave them as many
more.
6.After an houre,
They went to the bower,
And plaid for ale and cakes;
With kisses to,
Untill they were due,
And the lasses held the stakes.
They went to the bower,
And plaid for ale and cakes;
With kisses to,
Untill they were due,
And the lasses held the stakes.
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