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I’ll buy you silks and satins,
and all things you do choose,
I’ll buy you all new fashions
that you read of in the news.
O how can you maintain me,
and you a journey man;
How can you maintain me,
when you haven't a loom?
With your lee and your rubbing bone,
your knife instead of sheers:
But I'll go wed the taylor boy,
that needs neither reed nor gear.
If you do wed the taylor lad,
You’d have to take out the dung;
You'd have to dig the potatoes,
for work he can do none:
You’ll have to carry in the peats
in a basket or a creel,
While the tailor he sits on his beach,
threading a bar of steel.
Ho'd your tongue of my tailor boy,
he’ll not do so to me;
For when that he does go abroad,
I'll take my liberty;
And I will go a gossiping,
in all places thro’ the town:
And I will please my taylor boy,
at noon, when he comes home.
When your tailor boy does come home,
He'll clip off both your ears;
He’ll beat you with his lappiag board,
with his knife instead of sheers;
