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The CreelA fair young maid went down the streetSome fresh fish for to buy And a bonnie young clerk fell in love with her And he followed her by and by How will I get to your chamber love How will I get to your bed When your father he locks the door at night And the keys lie under his sleepy head Get a ladder newly made Both forty steps and three And put it against the chimney top Come down in a creel to me They hadn't been there five minutes or more When the old one said below There's more than one in my daughter's bed And it's up the stairs I lightly go The old one took a peep inside To see if it be true When her foot gave a shot to the chamber pot And into the creel she flew Rise up and help me, husband dear You hear me scream and yell For the devil has got me in his cart And fear I'll go to a fiery hell Hold your tongue you daft old wife Or ill death may be thine For between yourself and your daughter dear It's time for the sun to rise and shine |