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That your precepts I soon did forget,
he on me, and would have his scope,
O it is but a folly to fret,
tis done, and for it there's no he'p.
Then who is the father of it!
come tell me without more delay?
For now I am just in the fit.
to go and hear what he will say.
It is Roger, the damsel reply’d
he call'd me his own pretty bird,
And said that I should be his bri e,
but he was not so good as his word.
What Roger, that lives in the mile?
yes verily Mother, the same:
What! Roger, that lives in the mill?
I'll hope to him tho' I am lame.
Go fetch me my crutches with speed,
and bring me my spectacles too,
A lecture to him I will read,
shall ring in his ears thro' and thro'.
With that she went heping away,
and went to young Hodge of the mill,
On him she her crutches did lay
and cry'd, You have ruin'd my Girl,
By getting her dear maidenhead,
