  They loved each other beyond belief, The woman a rogue was, the man was a thief; At each piece of knavery, daily She fell on the bed, laughing gaily. In joy and pleasure they pass’d the day, Upon his bosom all night she lay; When they carried him off to Old Bailey, At the window she stood, laughing gaily. He sent her this message: O come to me, I yearn, my love, so greatly for thee; I want thee, I pine, and look palely,— Her head she but shook, laughing gaily. At six in the morning they hang’d the knave, At seven they laid him down in his grave; At eight on her ears this fell stalely, And a bumper she drank, laughing gaily. |
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