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Fohn Cook.

OHN COOK he had a little grey mare,

] He, he, he, and haw, haw, haw ;

Its body was thin and its back it was bare,
For he fed it on nothing but straw.

John Cook he went riding up Down-come-hill,
He, he, he, and haw, haw, haw ;

When the mare she laid down, and she made her will,
And resolved not to work any more.

Now what were her legacies? what was her wealth?
He, he, he, and haw, haw, haw ;

There ’s a rotten old bridle a-top of the shelf,
And a half truss of musty old straw.

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Molly.

OLLY my wife and I fell out,
And what do you think it was about ?
She had money and I had none,
This was how the row begun.

Molly my wife, when she goes out,

Spends twice as much as she ought, no doubt;
But declares ’tis her money has been expended,
So I hold my tongue, and the row is ended.

 

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Idle Fenny.
ENNY, indeed, is come out to weed,
But is idle and don’t please her master ;

So to her he will pay but a penny a-day,
Because she don’t work any faster.