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So they were fairly married,
the old man home he went,
The bride and bridegroom rode away
to London with consent:
Where she was brought to bed,
with joy and much content;
A letter into the country,
he to his father sent,
Saying, Sir, it is my duty,
you should acquainted be.
There is a Lady in this city,
has fallen in love with me.
Five hundred pounds a-year she’s got,
besides good house and land;
And if you’re willing for the match,
come up, Sir, out of hand;
The old man got his coach, Sir,
and up to London came,
All for to see this fair Lady,
of noble birth and fame.
But coming to his brother’s house,
this beauty for to view.
He little thought this beauty bright,
