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A SONG. 

 I. 



YOUNG Joe, he was a carman gay, 



As any town could shew ; 

 His team was good, and, like his pence, 



Was always on the go ; 

 A thing, as every jackass knows, 



Which often leads to wo! 



II. 

 It fell out that he fell in love, 



By some odd chance or whim, 

 With Alice Payne beside whose eye* 



All other eyes were dim : 

 The painful tale must out indeed, 



She was A Pain to him. 



III. 



For, when he ask'd her civilly 



To make one of they two, 

 She whipp'd her tongue across her teeth, 



And said, " D'ye think it true, 

 I'd trust my load of life with sick 



A waggoner as you ? 



IV. 



" No, no to be a carman's wife 



Will ne'er suit Alice Payne ; 

 I'd better far a lone woman 



For evermore remain, 

 Than have it said, while in my youth* 



My life is on the wain ."' 



V. 

 " Oh, Alice Payne! Oh, Alice Payne ! 



Why won't you meet with me ?" 

 Then up she curl'd her nose, and said, 



" Go axe your axle tree ; 

 I tell you, Joe, this once for all 



My joe you shall not be." 



VI. 



She spoke the fatal " no," which put 



A spoke into his wheel 

 And stopp'd his happiness, as though 



She'd cry wo ! to his tccal : 

 These women ever steal our hearts, 



And then their own they stc r l. 



