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The beager’s bed was well [made] of gued clean stray an hay,

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The madin she rose up to bar the dor,

An ther she spayed a naked man, was rinen throu the flour.

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He tuke her in his arms an to his bed he ran;

‘Hollie we me, sir,’ she says, ‘or ye’ll waken our pear man.’

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