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The Barley Straw
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So it's of a jolly old farmer Lived in the West Country He had the finest daughter That ever my eyes did see It's of a rich young squire Was living there close by And he found he couldn't be easy Until he had a try So he dressed himself as a tinker And travelled on his way Until he came to the farmer's house Was standing there close by “Oh, have you got any kettles Or pots or pans to mend? Oh, have you any lodgings Me bеing a single man?” Oh no,” replied this prеtty fair maid “No pots, no pans to mend Nor have we got any lodgings You being a single man” “But then,” replied this pretty fair maid Not thinking any harm “You can stay with us for just tonight If you sleep in our old barn” So after tea was over She went to make his bed The tinker followed after To steal her maidenhead The tinker, being in bed Jumped up and barred the door And she slept all night in the tinker's arms Among the barley straw “Now since you've slept all night with me Don't think me none the worse” He put his hands in his pocket Pulled out a heavy purse “Here's fifty pound I will give you To pay the nurse's fee And if ever I come this way again Fair maid, I'll marry thee” “So now you cannot marry me now Come tell to me your name Likewise your occupation And from where and whence you came” He whispered low into her ear “They call me Davy Shore And if ever I come this way again Remember the barley straw” Now seven month being over And nine month being come This pretty little fair maid Was the mother of a son Her father cried, “Oh daughter dear Who has done you this wrong?” “I'm afraid it was the old tinker Who slept in our old barn”
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