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2 But bold Dunkins crept in By the way of the back door, And persuaded the nurse To help him get her down.
3 We'll pick her baby Johnny With the silver spade.
And the blood from the head To the foot-board did run.
4 Bewore, ye fair lady,
You must come to your dearest one.
How can I get to him
At this time of night
When there's no fire burning,
Nor no candle alight ?
5 You've got five golden mantles As bright as the sun. Bewore, ye fair lady,
You must come by the light of one.
6 She was a-coming downstairs A-thinking no harm,
When bold Dunkins was ready To take her in his arms. |
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