| A fair young maid went down the street
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| Some fresh fish for to buy
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| And a bonnie young clerk fell in love with her
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| And he followed her by and by
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| How will I get to your chamber love
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| How will I get to your bed
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| When your father he locks the door at night
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| And the keys lie under his sleepy head
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| Get a ladder newly made
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| Both forty steps and three
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| And put it against the chimney top
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| Come down in a creel to me
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| They hadn’t been there five minutes or more
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| When the old one said below
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| There’s more than one in my daughter’s bed
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| And it’s up the stairs I lightly go
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| The old one took a peep inside
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| To see if it be true
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| When her foot gave a shot to the chamber pot
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| And into the creel she flew
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| Rise up and help me, husband dear
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| You hear me scream and yell
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| For the devil has got me in his cart
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| And fear I’ll go to a fiery hell
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| Hold your tongue you daft old wife
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| Or ill death may be thine
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| For between yourself and your daughter dear
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| It’s time for the sun to rise and shine |