Good Barnwell, then quoth she,

Do thou to Shoreditch come,

And ask for Mrs. Millwood's house,

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Next door unto the Gun.

And trust me on my truth,

If thou keep touch with me,

My dearest friend, as my own heart

Thou shalt right welcome be.

Thus parted we in peace,

And home I passed right;

Then went abroad, and gathered in,
By six o'clock at night,

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To take her by the hand :

Saying, Sweet mistress, why do you

So dull and pensive stand?

Call me no mistress now,

But Sarah, thy true friend,

Thy servant, Millwood, honouring thee,

Until her life hath end.

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O stay not hence too long,

Sweet George, have me in mind. Her words bewicht my childishness,

She uttered them so kind:

So that I made a vow,

Next Sunday without fail,

With my sweet Sarah once again

To tell some pleasant tale.

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When