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And walk into my noted shop,
I shave as clean as any,
And when I've done it to your mind,
will charge you but a penny.

Bow, wow, wow,
I am a barking Barber.

The Little Cottage Maiden.

From place to place I travers'd long,
devoid of care or sorrow;
With lightsome heart, and merry song,
l thought not of to-morrow:
But when Priscilla caught my eye,
with every charm array'd in,
I sigh'd and sang, I knew not why,
dear little Cottage-Maiden.

And wou'd the charmer be but mine,
sweet nymph, I so revere thee,
I'd gladly share my fate with thine,
and evermore be near thee.
Tho' gold may please the proud and great,
my heart with love is laden;
Then let us join in wedlock state,
dear little Cottage-Maiden.