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What the duce, said he, are you that Nancy
with whom I danc’d, and did betray?
O yes, said she, and for a fancy,
I think you did the fidler pay.
But indeed I think it very artful,
much love & kindness have been shown,
Oh then the sailor did commend her,
and swore the money was her own.
He took the child and this he swore,
a child in that who would have thought,
I never shall have eggs no more,
so farewel all—I bid good-night.
The SMART ROBIN GRAY.
(Tune, The Vicar and Moses)
Good neighbours draw near,
And you quickly shall hear,
A story that's true I dare say;
A brisk wife of this town,
To the races went down,
Tip’d off with her smart Robin Gray.
Sing tol de rol, &c.
But to mention the name
Of this frolicksome dame,
We dare not, for fear of the law;
For the spiritual hound,
Your pocket will wound:
If on it he claps his strong paw.
