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That bar might not for hunger die,nor yet be forc'd to steal.Into an ale-house went hur straight,where an old wife did live;Who sold them at too dear a rate,and nothing had to give.Hur sat hur down and call'd for meat,hur hostess gave hur eggs;And chickens in them, O base jade,these shickens they had legs,Hur thickens and hur eggs did stink,hur could no longer stay,Had they been living, sure hur thinkthey would have run away.Hur best egg that were in hur dish,that had no sheeks were rotten;And she brought hur stinking fish,which hur hath not forgottenHur cast hur eggs, hur fish, and all,unto hur hostess face;And then to spewing hur did fall,was in a piteous case.Hur hostess cry'd out piteously,and call'd hur son in law;Who beat Taffy piteously,the like hur never saw.Those heavy blows hur still doth feel,was laid on hur alas!As if hur body had been steel,and bones were made of brass.
