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But such a pretty face as this,
in it I never saw;
Go make her up a down-bed,
and lay her next the wa’.
Hold away from me, kind Sir,
I pray you let me be;
For I'll not go into your bed,
till you dress me dishes three.
Dishes three you must dress to me,
if I should eat them a’;
Before that I ly into your bed,
either at stock or wa'.
O I must have to my supper,
a Cherry without a stone,
And I must have to my supper,
a Chicken without a bone.
And l must have to my supper,
a bird without a ga';
Before I ly into your bed,
either at stock or wa’.
When the Cherry is in the bloom,
I'm sure it hath no stone;
And when the Chicken’s in it’s shell,
I’m sure it hath no bone
The Dove it is a gentle bird;
it flies without a ga’:
And we shall both ly in ae bed,
and thou’s ly next the wa’.
