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There was an old woman lived under a hill.
Lolly, lolly, lolly, lo.
She had good beer and ale for to sell.
Lolly, lo, lolly, lo, lolly, lolly, lolly, lo.

She had a daughter, her name was "Siss." —
She kept her at home for to welcome her guest.—

There came a trooper riding by.—
He called for drink so plentifully. —

When one pot was out he called for another. —
He kissed the daughter before the mother. —

When night came on, to bed they went. —
It was with the mother's own consent. —

Quoth she, "What is this so stiff and warm?" —
" 'Tis Ball, my nag, he will do you no harm." —

"But what is this hangs under his chin?" —
" 'Tis the bag he puts his provender in." —

Quoth he, "What is this?" Quoth she, " 'Tis a well -
Where Ball, your nag, can drink his fill." —

"But what if my nag should chance to slip in?" —
"Catch hold of the grass that grows on the brim!"

"But what if the grass should chance to fail?" —
"Shove him in by the head, pull him out by the tail!"

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