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2.Strike up, saies Watt,
   Agreed, saies Matt,
  And I preethee, fidler, play;
   Soe, saies Hodge,
   Agreed, saies Madge,
  For 'tis a hollyday.
  Then every lad did dofe
   His hat unto his lasse,
 And every gill did cursie, cursie, cursie, upon the grasse.

3.Begin, saies Hall,
   Ay, ay, saies Mall,
  Weele have old Packinten's pound;
  Noe, noe, saies Noll,
   And soe saies Doll,
  Weele first have Selinger's round.
  Then every man began to foot it round about,
 And every las did iet it, iet it, iet it, in and out

4.You are out, saies Nicke,
   You lie, saies Dicke,
  The fidler plaies it false;