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Round each man's neck.

The Chief in cloak of beefy fat

Beside his noble wife and fair

I then beheld.

Below the lofty cauldron's spit

Then the Dispenser I beheld,

His fleshfork on his back.

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... Now milkmaids' pails are deckt with flowers,

And men begin to drink in bowers,

The mackarels come up in shoals,

To fill the mouths of hungry souls;

Sweet sillabubs, and lip-loved tansey,

For William is prepared by Nancy.

Much time is wasted now away,

At pigeon-holes, and nine-pin play,

Whilst hob-nail Dick, and simp'ring Frances,

Trip it away in country dances;

At stool-ball and at barley-break,

Wherewith they harmless pastime make....

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Mary's gone a-milking,

A rea, a ria, a roses,

Mary's gone a-milking,

Gentle sweet mother o' mine.

Take your pails and go after her,

A rea, a ria, a roses,

Take your pails and go after her,

Gentle sweet daughter o' mine.

Buy me a pair of new milking pails,

A rea, a ria, a roses,

Buy me a pair of new milking pails,

Gentle sweet mother o' mine.