SEVENTEENTH CLASS.
Wetove and Gatrimonn.

DCCXXII.

As I was going up Pippen Hill,
Pippen Hill was dirty,

There I met a pretty miss,
And she dropt me a curtsey.

Little miss, pretty miss,
Blessings light upon you:

If I had half-a-crown a day,
I’d spend it all upon you.

DCCXXIII.

IT’s once I courted as pretty a lass
As ever your eyes did see;
But now she’s come to such a pass,
She never will do for me.
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