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LEICESTER CHAMBERMAID, by                    
First Line: "it's of a brisk young butcher, as I have heard 'em say"
Last Line: For if you sport with pretty maids you are sure to have your change

It's of a brisk young butcher, as I have heard them say,
He started out of London town upon a certain day,
Says he, a frolic I will have, my fortune for to try,
I will go into Leicestershire some cattle for to buy.
When he arrived at Leicester town he went into an inn,
He called for an ostler, and boldy walked in;
He called for liquors of the best, he being a roving blade,
And quickly fixed his eyes upon the chambermaid.
The day it being over, the night it being come,
The butcher came to the inn, his buisness being done.
He called for his supper, reckoning being left unpaid,
Says he, "This night I'll put a trick upon the chambermaid.'
She then took a candle to light him up to bed,
And when they came into the room, these words to her he said,
"One sovereign I will give to you all to enjoy your charms.'
This fair maid did sleep all night within the butcher's arms.
He rose up in the morning and prepared to go away.
The landlord said, "Your reckoning, sir, you have forgot to pay.'
"Oh no,' the butcher did reply, "pray do not think it strange,
I gave a sovereign to the maid, but did not get the change.'
He straightway called the chambermaid and charged her with the same,
The sovereign she did lay down, fearing to get the blame.
The butcher he went home, well pleased with what was passed,
For soon this pretty chambermaid grew thick about the waist.
'Twas in a twelvemonth after, he came to town again,
And then as he had done before, he stopped at the inn.
'Twas then the buxom chambermaid she chanced him to see,
She brought the babe just three months old, and placed it on his knee.
The butcher sat like one amazed, and at the child did stare,
But when the joke he did find out, how he did stamp and swear.
She said, "Kind sir, it is your own, so do not think it strange,
One sovereign you gave to me, and I have brought the change.'
The company they laughed again, the joke went freely round,
And the tidings of the same was spread through Leicester town.
The butcher was to a justice brought, who happened to live near,
One hundred pounds he did lay down, before he could get clear.
So all you brisk and lively blades, I pray be ruled by me,
Look well into your bargains before you money pay,
Or soon, perhaps, your folly will give you cause to range,
For if you sport with pretty maids you are sure to have your change.

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