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This made the old woman in a paſſion to fly,
Get home you young ſtrumpet, and this ſhe did cry,
So ready ſhe was in her face for to fly,
For fear ſhe had been flung by her daughter.
Then one of theſe batchelors took this amiſs,
He ſtept to the daughter, and gave her a kiſs,
He aſk'd her to drink, and ſhe anſwer'd him yes,
So we all of us ſat down together.
O you would have laugh’d, had you ſeen the fun,
For I was diverted though I could ſee none,
Yet I did my endeavour to hold the joke on,
For I found they were birds of a feather.
But if I have wrong'd them I'm ſorry for that,
Both the old and the young I am ſure I will hate,
For ſome of them drank till they piſs'd where they ſat,
So I end with my Badentown cattle.
And now to conclude with this ditty of mine,
Thoſe Badentown ladies that proved ſo kind,
Thoſe three jolly batchelors left them all behind,
And that was but what they intended.
To Kiſhorten town as we came along,
It was at the King's arms where firſt we began,
And there we all parted with the ſame merry ſong,
So my batchelors ſong I have ended.
There's my Thumb I'll ne'er beguile thee.
MY ſweeteſt May, let love incline thee,
T'accept a heart which he deſigns thee,
And as your conſtant lave, regard it,
Syne for its faithfulneſs reward it.
