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A Cobler was sitting in his shop a singing mer∣rily, his song was this; Tamberlain was and he was,
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A Cobler was sitting in his shop a singing mer∣rily, his song was this; Tamberlain was and he was,
and Tamberlain was and he was; and continued so singing, and nothing els, many times together; which a Gentleman that past by took notice of, and said to the Cobler, Prithee friend, says the Gentle∣man, what was he? why, says the Cobler, as arrant a fool as your self, for ought I know: Sirrah, says the Gentleman, you are a rascal, come out and I'll kick you; no Sir, says he, 'tis no matter, I thank you for your love as much as if I had it, for I don't want kicking: Sirrah, says the Gentleman again, Come out and I'll give you a kick; No Sir, says he, you need not trouble your self, I won't come if you'd give me two.