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THE LONDON ASTROLOGER.
THERE was an old Aſtrologer,
in London he did dwell,
For telling girls their Fortunes,
all others did excel.
And many a pretty fair young maid,
to this old man would go,
All of them being willing,
their Fortunes for to know.
Amongſt the reſt, a pretty girl,
to this old man ſhe went,
All for to have her Fortune told,
it was her whole intent.
She aſked for the Cunning Man,
anſwer to her was made,
He is up ſtairs in his chamber,
go call him down ſhe ſaid.
When that ſhe ſaw the Cunning Man,
ſhe thus to him did ſay,
I have heard you can tell Fortunes,
come tell me mine I pray.
And if that you the ſame will do,
I'll pay you well, ſaid ſhe;
No fear of that, my Girl, he ſaid,
come walk up ſtairs with me.
