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314 LONG LONKIN.
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And at that little window Long Lonkin crept in.
" Where's the lord of the hall ? "
Says the Lonkin ; 20
" He's gone up to London," Says Orange to him.
" Where's the men of the hall ?"
Says the Lonkin; " They're at the field ploughing," 2s
Says Orange to him.
" Where's the maids of the hall ? "
Says the Lonkin; " They're at the well washing,"
Says Orange to him. ao
" Where's the ladies of the hall ? "
Says the Lonkin; " They're up in their chambers,"
Says Orange to him.
" How shall we get them down ? " ss
Says the Lonkin; " Prick the babe in the cradle,"
Says Orange to him.
" Rock well my cradle,
And bee-ba my son ; *o
Ye shall have a new gown
When the lord he comes home." |
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