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And with a welcome and good cheer
she did him entertain.
One fortnight’s ſpace he ſtayed there,
until it chanced for
His uncle with his cattle did
unto the market go.
His kinſman needs muſt ride with him,
where he did ſee right plain,
Great ſtore of money he had took,
when coming home again;
Moſt ſuddenly within a wood
he knock’d his uncle down,
Then beat his brains out of his head,
ſo ſore he cracked his crown.
Then eighty pounds of ready caſh
out of his purſe he took,
And coming up to London town,
the country quite forſook.
Unto Millwood then he came,
ſhewing this ſtore of gold;
And how he had his uncle ſlain
to her he plainly told.
Piſh, ’tis no matter, George, ſaid ſhe,
ſince we the money have,
For to have good cheer in gallant ſort,
and deck us fine and brave.
Now this they liv’d in filthy ſort,
till all his ſtore was gone,
What means to get him any more
we wiſt poor George had none.
Now therefor thus in wailing ſort,
ſhe thruſt him out of door;
Which is the juſt reward of thoſe
that ſpend upon a whore.
