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My dear you’ll have the money,
before I go awa'.
O when the rest were gone to bed.
This maid went to the barn,
To ly with the jolly Tinker,
and for to keep him warm ;
O quickly then she did undress,
herself from top to toe,
In a well made bed they had fine sport,
among the pease-straw.
But early the next morning,
before the break of day.
The Tinker rose, put on his clothes,
and said, I must away ;
He gave her fifty guineas,
well ty’d up in a purse.
Said he, My dear, you need not fear,
I hope you’re not the worse.
When 18 weeks were past and gone,
this maid turn’d pale and wan,
And then for to suspect her,
her mother she began ;
Come tell to me, my dear, says she,
who has done you this harm ?
I fear it’s been the Tinker,
that lay into the barn.
He was the bravest Tinker,
that ever I did fee ;
He gave me fifty guineas,
