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With that he fetch'd the fifty pounds,
the bargain it was made.
When he came into the church,
as we do underſtand,
The old man ſtrutted boldly up,
and took her by the hand,
And cry'd out, Heavens bliſs ye,
and ſend you long to live,
For, as a token of my love,
theſe fifty pounds I give.
And ſo they parted friendly;
the old man home he went,
The bride and bridegroom rode away
to London with content;
Where ſhe was fairly brought to bed,
with joy and much content:
A letter into the country
he to his father ſent.
Sir, I think it is my duty,
that you acquainted be,
There is a Lady in this city,
that's fallen in love with me;
Five hundred pounds a year ſhe's got,
all in good houſe and land,
And if you're willing to the match,
come up Sir out of hand.
The old man got his coach, Sir,
and up to London came,
For to ſee this fair Lady,
of noble birth and fame;
