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As I told you before to take a bit dose.
An accident now I will unto you tell,
That to his wife Joan lately befel ;
As she look’d o’er the window one day at a gig,
He gave her a push o’er, and laid her for dead.
But it happ’ned she only had broken her leg,
For that the old fool cared not a fig ;
And soon it fell out, that her leg grew hale,
And she goes about now as it did not her fail.
Ye good people all who read this ditty o’er,
From drinking refrain, while his fate you deplore,
For the cobler we’re told having drunk too much,
Tumbled heads over heels and was cheaked in a ditch.
FINIS.
