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Title
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It's of a pretty fair maid
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Singer
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Smart, Thomas
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
It's of a pretty fair maid in London did dwell,
For wit and for beauty none could her excel;
To her master and mistress she served seven year,
And what follows after you quickly shall hear.
Verse 2
She put the box upon her head and ganged along,
The first that she met was a stout and able man;
He said - 'My pretty fair maid, where are you going this way?
I'll show you a nearer road across the countree.'
Verse 3
He took her by the hand and led her t a lane,
Said he - ' My pretty fair maid, I mean to tell you plain,
Delivery up your money, without fear or strife,
Or else this very moment, I'll take away your life.'
Verse 4
The tears from her eyes like two fountains did flow -
'Oh, where shall I wander? Oh, where shall I go?'
But while this young fellow was feeling for his knife,
This beautiful young damsel took away his life.
Verse 5
She put the box upon her head and ganged along,
The next that she met was a noble gentleman;
He said, - 'My pretty fair maid, where are you going so late?
And what was the noise that I heard at yonder gate?
Verse 6
The box on your head to yourself does not belong,
To your master or your mistress you have done something wrong;
To your master or your mistress you have done something ill,
For one moment from trembling you cannot keep still.'
Verse 7
The box upon my head to myself it does belong,
To my master or my mistress I have done something wrong;
To my master or my mistress I have done something ill,
But I fear in my heart it's some man I have killed.'
Verse 8
He demanded my money and I soon let him know,
And when he took his knife I proved his overthrow.'
She took him by the hand and led him to the place,
Where this stout and able fellow lay bleeding on hid gsvr.
Verse 9
They searched him all over to see what he had got,
He had three loaded pistols, some powder and some shot;
He had three loaded pistols, some powder and some ball,
A knife and a whistle, some robbers for to call.
Verse 10
He put the whistle to his lips and blew both loud and shrill,
And four stout, able fellows, came tripping down the hill;
The gentleman shot of them, and that most speedily,
And this beautiful young damsel she shot the other three.
Verse 11
He says - 'My pretty for maid, for what you have done,
I'll make you my lawful bride, before it is long,
I'll make you my lawful bride, before it is long,
For the taking of your own part, and the firing of your gun.
