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As I once came from Tottingham
Upon a market day,
'Twas there I met with a bonny lass
Clothed all in grey.
Her journey was to London,
With buttermilk and whey.
To come down, down ....

And so he spoke to this fair lass.
"Sweetheart you're well o'er took,"
With that she cast her head aside
And gave to him a look;
Then presently this young pair,
Both hands together shook.
To come down, down.....

And as they rode along the way
Together side by side,
The maiden it so chanced|
Her garter was unty'd;
For fear that she should lose it,
"Look here, sweetheart," he cry'd,
"Your garter is down, down....."

"Good sir," then quoth the maiden fair,
"I pray you take the pain,
To do a favor unto me
And take it up again."
With a right good will the young man spoke,
"When I come to yonder plain,
I will take you down, down....."

And when they came unto the place,
Upon the grass so green,
The maid she held her legs so wide,
The young man slipt between;
Such tying of a garter
You have but seldom seen.
To come down, down.....

And thus sweet "Tibb" of Tottingham,
She lost her maidenhead,
But yet it is no matter for
It stood her in small stead;
For it did often trouble her
As she lay in her bed.
To come down, down.....

You maidens, wives and widows,
That now do hear my song,
When young men proffer kindness
Pray take it short or long;
For there is no such comfort
As lying with a man.
To come down, down.....

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