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The Ballad Of Villon And Fat Madge

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<i>‘'Tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.' -Falstaff
‘The night cometh, when no man can work.'</i>

What though the beauty I love and serve be cheap,
Ought you to take me for a beast or fool?
All things a man could wish are in her keep;
For her I turn swashbuckler in love's school.
When folk dropp in, I take my pot and stool
And fall to drinking with no more ado.
I fetch them bread, fruit, cheese, and water, too;

I say all's right so long as I'm well paid;
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