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A mad hare-brain'd Country Fellow, came to a great Lady that was his Landla∣dy, to tell her that his Wife was brought to Bed:
Faith 'tis true Madam, says he, How brought to Bed, says my Lady,
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A mad hare-brain'd Country Fellow, came to a great Lady that was his Landla∣dy, to tell her that his Wife was brought to Bed:
Faith 'tis true Madam, says he, How brought to Bed, says my Lady,
what was she Drunk or Sick? No, no, Madam, I mean she has a Child: O, says my Lady, now I understand you: Well then, says she, what has God sent her? Faith, says he, nothing as I know of, I don't believe she ever heard from him in her life: Puh, says the Lady, I mean has she a Boy or a Girl? O d'ye mean so for∣sooth Madam; why guess then, says he: 'Tis a Boy, says my Lady, no vaith Ma∣dam, guess again: Why a Girl, says she: Vaith Madam I think in my Conscience you are a Witch, 'tis a Girl indeed.