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As I was going up Pippen Hill,

HNR 590

a
As I was going up Pippen Hill,
Pippen Hill was dirty.
There I met a pretty miss
And she dropped me a curtsey.

b
Little miss, pretty miss,
Blessings light upon you!
If I had half a crown a day,
I'd spend it all upon you.




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