My Lady's Coachman John

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My Lady's Coachman John  

My Lady's Coachman John, be'ng married to her Maid,
her ladyship did hear on't and to him thus she said.
"I never had a wench so handsome in my life,
prithee therefore tell me how got you such a wife."
John star'd her in the face, and Answer'd very Blunt
"e'en as my Lord got you." "How's that?" "Why by the cunt."

 


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