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The Green Bed
8 'Twas then forty guineas Polly did behold,
And out of his pockets Drawed handfuls of gold.
9 The old woman she vowed, . And she vowed in a tusk,
Saying what she had said Had been through a joke.
10 My green beds they are empty And have been all this week, Awaiting for you and daughter Polly To take a pleasant sleep.
ii It's you and your daughter Polly Both deserves to be burned, And before I lodge here I would lodge in a barn.
12 Be careful of your money, boys, And lay it up in store, And when you have no money, boys, You're turned out of doors.