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He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs,
He used his pipe and she used her legs;

She danced about till the eggs were all broke,
She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.

He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,

Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes and glass ;
He took out his pipe and played them a tune,
And the jackass’s load was lightened full soon.

CCI.

WHERE are you going, my pretty maid?
I’m going a-milking, sir, she said.

May I go with you, my pretty maid?
You're kindly welcome, sir, she said,

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