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The Ballad Of the Fryer and the Maid.
AS I lay musing all alone
A merry Tale I thought upon;
Now listen a while and I will you tell
Of a Fryer that lov'd a Bonny Lass well.
He came to her when she was going to bed
Desiring to have her Maiden-head;
But she denyed his desire,
And said that she did fear Hell-fire.
Tush, tush, quoth the Fryer, thou need'st not doubt,
If though wer't in Hell, I could sing the out:
Why then, quoth the Maid, thou shalt have thy request;
The Fryer was as glad as a Fox in his nest.
But one thing more I must request
More than to sing me out of Hell-fire,
That is for doing of the thing
An Angel of Mony you must me bring.
Tush, tush, quoth the Fryer, we two shall agree,
No Mony shall part thee and me;
Before thy company I will lack
Ile pawn the Gray-gown off my back.
This Maid bethought her on a Wile
How she might this Fryer beguile;
When he was gone, the truth to tell,
She hung a Cloth before a Well: