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A fair young maid went down the street |
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Some fresh fish for to buy |
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And a bonnie young clerk fell in love with her |
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And he followed her by and by |
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How will I get to your chamber love |
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How will I get to your bed |
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When your father he locks the door at night |
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And the keys lie under his sleepy head |
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Get a ladder newly made |
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Both forty steps and three |
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And put it against the chimney top |
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Come down in a creel to me |
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They hadn't been there five minutes or more |
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When the old one said below |
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There's more than one in my daughter's bed |
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And it's up the stairs I lightly go |
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The old one took a peep inside |
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To see if it be true |
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When her foot gave a shot to the chamber pot |
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And into the creel she flew |
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Rise up and help me, husband dear |
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You hear me scream and yell |
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For the devil has got me in his cart |
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And fear I'll go to a fiery hell |
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Hold your tongue you daft old wife |
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Or ill death may be thine |
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For between yourself and your daughter dear |
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It's time for the sun to rise and shine |