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ROBIN GOOD-FELLOW.
When lads and lasses merry be, With possets, and with junkets fine,Unseen of all the company, I eat their cates, and sip their wine; And to make sport, I f—t and snort, And out the candles I do blow; The maids I kiss; They shriek—who's this? I answer nought, but ho, ho, ho!
Yet, now and then, the maids to please, I card, at midnight, up their wool;And, while they sleep, snort, f—t, and fease, With wheel to thread their flax I pull; I grind at mill Their malt up still, I dress their hemp, I spin their tow; If any wake, And would me take, I wend me laughing, ho, ho, ho!
When house or hearth doth sluttish lic, I pinch the maidens black and blue;And from the bed the bed-clothes I Pull off, and lay them nak'd to view;
