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That would fondly take me in his areas
and roll me from the wall.
some of my friends do tell me
to drown him in a well,
And others fain would have me
to grind him in a mill
But I will take my own way,
and tie him to a stake,
And if a wizard he shou'd prove,
some mischief will him take.
Now my old man is dead and gone,
and he has left to me
Twelve thousand pounds of money,
a handsome legacy,
His houses and his lands also,
to me he's left them all,
And I have got a fine young man
to roll me from the wall.
When the honey month was over,
my spouse began to brawl,
My tea pots and my china,
he soon did break them all
He kill'd my little lap dog
that follow d me at my call,
And now I suffer sorely
for the rolling from the wall.
