Robin Aboon/Robin A'boon

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ROBIN A'BOON.

 My name is Robin A'boon,
my age is twenty and four,
I married last midsummer morn,
for the sake of a plentiful store.
My wife she's decripped and old,
and scarce has an eye for to see
But I knew she had plenty of gold,
or the d—l should have had her for me.

Though I be young brany, and fat,
and Dolly my comical bride,
Her locks are as grey as a rat.
and her nose it stands all on one side:
I stroak'd her old cheek with my hand,
in a few words we soon did agree,
My wife has abundance of gold,
or the d—I shonld have had her for me.

The very first visit I paid.
she gave me a delicate ring,
So lovingly as we did agree,
oh! then she began for to sing.

She pray'd for my prosp'rous health.
so lovingly we did agree,
At first she show'd me her wealth,
or the d—l should have had her for me.

She promis'd to make me the lord,
of every penny she had,
So lovingly as we did accord,
all people did think me mad;
Eat the end of my fingers did itch,
to handle the gold I did s(illegible text)e,
I knew very well she was rich,
or the d—l should have had her for me.

Her stumps they are rotten and black,
for teeth she has none in her head,
And with a great hump on her back,
she waddled away to be wed.
I laught at the comical sight,
to thick that she wedded must be,
For if that she had not been rich,
the should have had her for me.

keep both my hawks and hounis,
and often a (illegible text) I go,
Sometimes upon other fo'ks grounds,
(illegible text) a young canny or so,

of which I am wondrous proud,
my wife to the same did agree,
And if liberty was not allow'd,
the d—l should have had her for me.

Oft times have I crossed the seas,
where thundering cannons do roar,
But now I live at may ease,
drinking humming good liquor galore:
I'll east off my tarpauling sags.
and on with some clothes that are free,
My wife had abundance of bags,
o the d should have had her for me.

Her husband when he was alive,
he liv'd upon usury then,
He made it his trade to contrive,
to cheat and defraud honest men;
Bat now he is laid in the dust,
and I'm her young husband to be,
She show'd me her riches at first,
or, the d—l should have had her for me.

Old wives love men that are young:
young men love money like wise,
Court them with a flattering, tongue,
and soon theyll surrender the prize:

Since it has been my prosp'rous lot.
I wish her no more of ill,
I have got all the money she had,
let her die bow as soon as she will.