190 A BOOK ABOUT THE GARDEN. 



CHORUS. 





Jones! Luv he's a rum un, as all on uz howns. 



Sammel Cox was a butcher, joung, gay, and genteel, 

 With an ansuni blew coat, a white hapun, and steel : 

 He'd a sweet little cart, and no os cud trot quicker ; 

 But, truth for to tell, Sam was parshul to licker. 



Ho, cleavers and bones, &c. 



Now these here is the fax 'ow Sam Cox cum to grief : 

 'E went hup to the 'all with some muttin and beef, 

 And there 'e first saw, with 'er' smile so bewitchin', 

 Miss Sairey Jane Jones, the new cook in the kitchin. 

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'Is 'art was a-blazin' with luv's burnin' fire, 

 And with tender heinotions did Sanunel perspii 

 And says 'e to 'imself, Sairey Jane, my young friend, 

 Your days as a spinster they draws to a hend. 



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For days, and for weeks, audjbr months 'e did try 

 To win that fair cook with 'is tongue and 'is hi 

 And at last she did promise next Sunday she'd take 

 A walk with Sam Cox in the wood by the lake. 



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