Volume 5 — A SONG.

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AS the Fryer he went along, and a poring in his Book, At last he spy’d a Jolly brown Wench a washing of her Buck, Sing, Stow the Fryer, stow the Fryer Some good Man, and let this fair Maid go. The Fryer he pull’d out and a Jolly brown T——d as much as he could handle, Fair Maid, quoth he, if thou earnest Fire in thy A—— come light me this same Candle. Sing, Stow the Fryer, &c. The Maid she sh—— and a Jolly brown T—— out of her Jolly brown Hole, Good Sir, quoth she, if you will a Candle light come blow me this same Cole. Sing, Stow the Fryer, &c. Part of the Sparks flew into the North, and part into the South, And part of this jolly brown T—— flew into the Fryer’s Mouth. Sing, Stow the Fryer, stow the Fryer Some good Man, and let this fair Maid go.