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Tan I go to my quarter houſe,
the toor was uirca bra',
For tere they had a cow's huſband,
was pricket on the wa'.
O tere we get a ſhapin ale,
and can we get a ſupper,
A filthy choud o' chappet meat,
boil'd amaug a butter.
It was a filthy dirty beef,
his bains was like te horn;
She was a ca'ſ wanting the kill,
before that be was born.
gang ava' into the link
to bear a Lawland preach,
And mony a bonny ſang they ſing,
tere books it did him teach.
and tere I saw a bonny mattam
wi' feathers on her weim,
I wonder an ſhe pe gaun to flee,
or what pe in her myn?
Another mattams follow her,
wha's arſe was round like cogs:
And clitter clatter cries her feet,
the bad on iron brogs.
And tere I ſaw another mattam
into a tarry ſeck,
And twa mans pe carry hers
wi' rapes about hims neck.
