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'Tis seven long miles across the moor,
and shau'd you chance to go astray,
You'll meet, I fear, no friendly door,
nor soul to tell the ready way.
and shau'd you chance to go astray,
You'll meet, I fear, no friendly door,
nor soul to tell the ready way.
Come, dearest Kate, our meal prepare,
this stranger shall partake our best;
A cake and rasher be his fare,
with ale that makes the weary blest.
this stranger shall partake our best;
A cake and rasher be his fare,
with ale that makes the weary blest.
Approach the hearth, there take a place,
And, till the hour of rest draws nigh,
Of Robin Hood and Chevy-Chace
we'll sing, then to our pallets hie.
And, till the hour of rest draws nigh,
Of Robin Hood and Chevy-Chace
we'll sing, then to our pallets hie.
Had I the means, I'd use you well;
'tis little I have got to boast:
Yet shou'd you of this cottage tell,
say, Hal, the wood-man was your host.
'tis little I have got to boast:
Yet shou'd you of this cottage tell,
say, Hal, the wood-man was your host.
THE RIGS OF HALLOW-FAIR.
I know that young folks like to hear a new Song
And something that's funny, and not very long;
And I have one here that will make you smile,
And you have no occasion to stop a long while.
And something that's funny, and not very long;
And I have one here that will make you smile,
And you have no occasion to stop a long while.
