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TROOPER WATERING HIS NAGG There was an old woman liv'd under a hill, Sing Trolly lolly lolly lo, She had good beer and ale to sell, Ho ho, had she so, had she so, had she so. She had a daughter her name was Siss She kept her at home for to welcome her Guest There came a Trooper riding by He called for drink most plentifully When one pot was out he call'd for another He kiss'd the daughter before the Mother And when Nightcame on to bed they went It was with the Mothers own consent Quoth she, "What is this so stiff and warm?" "'Tis Ball, my Nag, he will do you no harm." "But what is this hangs under his chin?" "'Tis the bag he puts his Provender in." Quoth he,"What is this?" Quoth she,"'Tis a well Where Ball, your Nag can drink his fill." "But what if my Nag should chance to slip in?" "Then catch hold of the grass that grows on the brim." "But what if the grass should chance to fail?" ""Shove him in by the head, pull him out by the tail." From Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol. V, D'Urfey @bawdy @soldier @animal filename[ TROOPNAG TUNE FILE: TROOPNAG CLICK TO PLAY RG apr96 |
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