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               THE
Old Hag and her money

You lads of the City give ear to my ditty,
A few simple versss I'm going to lay
     down,
How I was seduced for to marry a widow,
I'm sure she had more than £10,000,
The very first night I laid my side down
     by her,
Her bones were as sharp as the edge ofa
     saw,
Her skin was as as cold as the snow on the
monntain,
And not a whole tooth is her old under
     jaw.

Her young waiting-maid then her name
     it was Bessy,                 
And she in her bloom she was scarcely
     sixteen,
I slipped her ten guineas to dress in the
     fashion,
To go to a ball that was near Stephen's
     Green,
We danced and caroused until the next
     morning,
And then we came home oy the nrst break
     of day,
took my old woman quite loose in my
     arms,
And oftentimes wished she was laid in the
     clay,

It was early one morning sue called upon
     Bessy,
To dress her in style to the doctor to go,
To swade her old frame with the best of
     good flannel,
And keep up her head with a fall pound
     of tow,
But what do you think was the charge of
     the doctor,
A hundred bright guineas which did me
     surprise,
To dress my old lady complete in the
     fashion,
With a set of new teeth and a paired glass

I took my old woman quit loose from
     arms,
Come home my darling I quickly
     did say,
think half a guinea will buy you
     coffin,
In less than a month you'll be laid in the
     clay,
I spent that long argnt in the arms of my
     Bctsy,
The curtains being drew round the el
     woman's bed,
And when I awoke on the very next mor-
ning,
The first thing I found was my old woman
     dead;

When she was interred I called for the key
     of her place,
Which I got likewiso there was 400 guineas
     sowed upon her baudice,
Which made my dear Bessy and me to
     surprise;
There was five hundred more was bid in
     her bolster,
And three hundred more in the of
     her shoes,
Besides her gold watches and fine
     buckles,
We packed them all up ia a trunk to be
     sure.

The auctioneer's book it came to few
     hundred,
Her parents began for to growl and to
     frown,
So all you young fellows that mantes a
     widow,
sure that you plant them quite quick
     in the ground,
Then try her old bolster likewise bet old
     baudice,
Be sure that you tear her void slippers in
     throe,
In hopes by a widow you might get a
     fortune,
And lire in contentment like beauty and
     me