Volume 5 — The Trooper Watering his Nagg.

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THere was an old Woman liv’d under a Hill, Sing Trolly lolly, lolly, lolly, lo; She had good Beer and Ale for to sell, Ho, ho, had she so, had she so, had she so; She had a Daughter her name was Siss, Sing Trolly lolly, lolly, lolly, lo; She kept her at Home for to welcome her Guest, Ho, ho, did she so, did she so, did she so. There came a Trooper riding by, Sing trolly, &c. He call’d for Drink most plentifully, Ho, ho, did he so, &c. When one Pot was out he call’d for another, Sing trolly, &c. He kiss’d the Daughter before the Mother, Ho, ho, did he so, &c. And when Night came on to Bed they went, Sing trolly, &c. It was with the Mother’s own Consent, Ho, ho, was it so, &c. Quoth she what is this so stiff and warm, Sing trolly &c. ’Tis Ball my Nag he will do you no harm, Ho, ho, wont he so, &c. But what is this hangs under his Chin, Sing trolly, &c. ’Tis the Bag he puts his Provender in, Ho, ho, is it so, &c. Quoth he what is this? Quoth she ’tis a Well, Sing trolly, &c. Where Ball your Nag may drink his fill, Ho, ho, may he so, &c. But what if my Nag should chance to slip in, Sing trolly, &c. Then catch hold of the Grass that grows on the brim, Ho, ho, must I so, &c. But what if the Grass should chance to fail, Sing trolly, &c. Shove him in by the Head, pull him out by the Tail, Ho, ho, must I so, &c.