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To work with her needle she could very well,
And for raising of paste, few could her excel;
She being very handy, the cook’s heart did win,
And then she was call’d by the name of Cat-skin.
PART III.
This lady had a son both comely and tall,
Who often-times used to be at a ball;
A mile out of town in an evening-tide,
To see the ball acted away he did ride.
Cat-skins said to his mother, madam, let me
to after your son, this fine ball for to see;
With that in a passion this lady flew,
Struck her with a ladle which she broke in two.
Aud being thus serv’d, she then went away,
And with a rich garment herself did array;
Then to see this ball with speed did retire,
Where slie dane’d so rarely, all did her admire.
The sport being done, the young squire did say,
Young lady, where do you live, tell me, I pray?
Her answer was unto him, I will tell,
At the sign of the broken ladle I dwell.
She being very nimble, got home first ’tis said.
And with hier cat-skin robe she soon was array’d,
And into the kitchen again she did go,
But where she had boen, none of them did know.
Next day, the young squire himself to content,
To see the ball acted, away then he went;
She said, pray, let ane go this ball for to see,
Then struck her with a skimmer, and broke it in three
Then out of doors she ran with heaviness,
And with hier rich garments herself then did dress;
For to see this ball she ran away with speed,
And to see her dancing, all wonder’d indeed.