The Mower
"Now laugh and quaff, my bonny lad,
And think no more o' me.
My lover is a finer man
Than any twain o' ye.
"He's bought for me a kirtle.
He's bought for me a coat,
Of three-and-thirty colours,
Wi' tassels at the throat.
"And twenty Maids of Honour
They stitched at it a year,
And sewed in all their needlework
The kisses of my dear!"
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