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Hobble, hobble, now we've caught her
Sung by Chorus
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MEN |
| Hobble, hobble, now we've caught her, |
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| Scuttling home-ward |
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| like a rat, |
Hobble, hobble, |
| Limping Laine, the weaver's daughter! |
now we've caught her, Scuttling home-ward |
| By St. Joseph, look at that! |
like a rat, Limping Laine, |
| Hobble, hobble, |
the weaver's daughter! |
| now we've caught her, |
By St. Joseph, |
| Scuttling howe-ward |
look at that! |
| like a rat, |
By St. Jo- |
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seph, look |
| By St. Jo- |
at that! |
| seph, look |
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| at that! |
By St. Jo- |
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seph, look |
| look at that! |
at that! |
| Look at that! look at that! |
Look at that! look at that! |
| Look at that! look at that! |
Look at that! look at that! |
JOAN. Aye, 'tis Laine, our crippled daughter!
By St. Joseph, look at that!
LADIES.Saints above us, what a couple!
MEN. Sooth he's fashioned like a sickle,
LADIESAll his back is bent and double, -
MEN.- and his legs are not a pair!
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MEN |
| Lo! her skin is |
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| made of leather that has |
Lot! her skin is made of |
| soaked too long in pickle, |
leather that has soaked too |
| And her eyes are hung in |
long in pickle, And her |
| cobwebs! see, there's mildew in her hair! |
eyes are hung in cobwebs! see, there's mil- |
| Lo! her skin is made of leather that has |
dew in her hair! Lo! her skin is made of |
| soaked too long in pickle, |
leather that has soaked too |
| And her eyes are hung in cobwebs! |
long in pickle, And her eyes are |
| see, there's mildew in her hair! |
hung in cobwebs! see, there's mil- |
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dew in her hair! |
SIMON. Holy Mother! have a care!
CHORUS.
That's her father!
And the other?
That's her mother!
What a pair!
SIMON.Holy Mother! would ye dare? would ye dare? would ye dare?
Holy Mother! would ye dare?
CHORUS.
Nay, sir Weaver, spare your cudgel, and when next your crooked daughter
Limps and hobble o'er the cobbles, with her body turned askew,
Patch and mend her ere ye send her to the gossips' well for water,
Lest we take her crutch and rend her!
Holy Mother, what a crew!
SIMON.Carrion kites, what would ye do?
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LADIES and MEN |
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Patch and mend her |
| Carrion kites, |
ere you send |
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her to the |
| what would ye do? |
gossip's well for wa- |
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ter, Holy Mother, |
| Carrrion kites, |
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what a crew! |
| what would ye do? |
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Holy Mother, |
| Carrion kites, |
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what a crew! |
| what would ye do? |
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what a pair! |
| what would ye do? |
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| ye carrion kites, what would ye do? |
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