A merchant's boy, he lived in wrong
And tae the beggin' he has gone
He mounted on a noble steed
And awa' wi' pleasure he did ride

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A beggar wench he chanced to see
A beggar wench of low degree
He take her pity on her distress
An' says: "My lass, you've got a pretty face"

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They both inclined now to have a drink
Into a public house they both went
They both drunk ale and brandy too
Until the both o' them got rolling fu'

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They both inclined to go to bed
Soon under cover they both were laid;
Strong ale and brandy went to their heads
And both now slept as they were dead

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Later on this wench she rose
And she put on the merchant's clothes
With his hat so high and his sword so clear
For she's awa' wi' the merchant's gear

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And later on when the merchant rose
And looking round for to find his clothes
There's nothing left into the room,
But a ragged petticoat and a linsey gown

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