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# Pretty Chamber-Maid.

*A New Song*

NOT far from Town a country Squire
An open hearted blade,
Had long conceiv'd a strong desire
To kift his Chamber Maid.
One summer's noon quite full of glee,
He led her to the shade,
And all beneath the mulberry tree,
He kift his Chamber Maid.

The parson'sfpouse from window high
This amorous pair survey'd,
And softly with'd none can deny.
She'd been the Chamber Maid.
When all was o'er poor Betty cry'd,
Kind fir, I'm much afraid,
That woman there will tell your bride,
You've kift your Chamber Maid.

The Squire conceiv'd a lucky thought,
That she might not upbraid,
And instantly the lady brought
Where he had kift his maid :
Then all beneath the mulberry tree,
Her ladyship was laid,
And three times o'er well kift was she.
Like to her Chamber Maid.

Next morning came the parson's wife,
For scandal was her trade,
I saw your Squire ma'am on my life,
Great with your Chamber Maid.
When cry'd the lady? how? and w here ?
I'll soon discharge the Jade,
Beneath the mulberry tree I vow,
He kift your Chamber Maid.

This falfehood cry'd her ladyship,
Shall not myfpouse degrade,
'Twas I chanc'd there to make a flip,
And not my Chamber Maid.
Both parties parted in a pet,
Not minding what was faid ;
And Betty keeps her service yet,
That pretty Chamber Maid.