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THE OLD CLOAK
He was a king and wore the crown, And thou'se but of a low degree :
It 's pride that puts this country down : Man, take thy old cloak about thee !
He. Bell my wife, she loves not strife,
Yet she will lead me, if she can : And to maintain an easy life
I oft must yield, though I'm good-man. It's not for a man with a woman to threap,
Unless he first give o'er the plea : As we began, so will we keep,
And I'll take my old cloak about me.
171. Widdicombe Fair
TOM PEARSE, Tom Pearse, lend me yourgreymare,
All along, down along, out along, lee. For I want for to go to Widdicombe Fair,
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk, Old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all.'
Chorus. Old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all.
il ; And when shall I see again my grey mare ?'—
All along, down along, out along, lee. ' By Friday soon, or Saturday noon,
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,' &c.