And Robin did "Sich a gettin' upstairs" upon the revolving mill.
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The end of it was, he axed me, as I'd been Queen of his Dray,
If I would marry a scavenger as never did work by day,
And though his wages was but low—a matter o' twenty-five bob—
Before the month o' May was out we settled the blessed job.
At first my Robin was very kind and gentle, so to speak,
He never got drunk and kicked me—not more than twice a week,
And of his weekly wages, no matter what else he did,
He never would spend on pay-nights more than eighteen bob or a quid.