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Black-letter Broadside Ballads Of The years 1595-1639

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He threw sincke cater sice vp, Which made her courage fall,
who threw the last,
for 'twas1 surpast, How now my girles, quoth hee,
You must resigne,
for they are mine, Your maiden-heads to me.
10   For I haue fairely wonne them, As you your selues can tell, The lots were cast vpon them, Which you all liked well. The maydens all confessed, That what he said was true, And that they were distressed, Should he exact his due.
we hope sir,
some scope sir, You vnto vs will giue.
if that we pay,
whats lost by play, Twere pitty we should Hue.
11    Quoth he, Ile haue them all three, For they by right are mine,
Or else in troth, they shall bee,
All painted on my signe.
The signe of the one maiden-head,
Hath oftentimes bin seene,
But ile haue three caus 't shall be sed
The like hath neuer beene.
now whether this lad,
his winnings had, I cannot nor will not say:
but likely tis,
he would not mis, What was won by faire play. 1 Text t'was.
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