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GEORGE BARNWELL. 223
For wine on wine I call'd, as
And cheer upon good cheer; And nothing in the world I thought
For Sarah's love too dear.
Whilst in her company,
I had such merriment, 70
All, all too little I did think,
That I upon her spent.
" A fig for care and thought! ,
When all my gold is gone, In faith, my girl, we will have more, n
Whoever I light upon.
" My father's rich; why then
Should I want store of gold ? " " Nay, with a father, sure," quoth she,
" A son may well make bold." so
" I've a sister richly wed ;
I'll rob her ere I'll want." " Nay then," quoth Sarah, " they may well
Consider of your scant."
" Nay, I an uncle have; m
At Ludlow he doth dwell ; He is a grazier, which in wealth
Doth all the rest excell.
" Ere I will live in lack,
And have no coyn for thee, 90
I'll rob his house, and murder him."
" Why should you not ? " quoth she.