Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLXXXVII. Love And Matrimony.

    There was a little pretty lad,
        And he lived by himself,
    And all the meat he got
        He put upon a shelf.

    The rats and the mice
        Did lead him such a life,
    That he went to Ireland
        To get himself a wife.

    The lanes they were so broad,
        And the fields they were so narrow,
    He couldn't get his wife home
        Without a wheelbarrow.

    The wheelbarrow broke,
        My wife she got a kick,
    The deuce take the wheelbarrow,
        That spared my wife's neck.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLXXVIII. Love And Matrimony.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLXIX. Love And Matrimony.

    Master I have, and I am his man,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLXXVII. Love And Matrimony.

    I married my wife by the light of the moon,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXXIX. Love And Matrimony.

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        Pippen-hill was dirty,
    There I met a pretty miss,
        And she dropt me a curtsey.

    Little miss, pretty miss,
        Blessings light upon you!
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