Oldal 69 [69]
THE BARBER SHAVED THE MASON.
“What is your father, my pretty maid ?”
“My father’s a farmer, sir,’ she said.
“What is your fortune, my pretty maid ?”
“My face is my fortune, sir, she said.
“Then I w hont marry you, my pretty maid.”
‘“ Nobody asked you, sir,’ she said.
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And as I suppose
Cut off his nose,
And popped it in the basin.