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Robin the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben,
A cow and a calf,
When good King Arthur ruled this land,
He was a goodly king;
To make a bag-pudding.
A bag-pudding the king did make,
And in it put great lumps of fat,
The king and queen did eat thereof,
And noblemen beside; And what they could not eat that night,
The queen next morning fried.
It's once I courted as pretty a lass,
As ever your eyes did see;
But now she's come to such a pass,
She never will do for me.
She invited me to her own house,
Where oft I'd been before,
And she tumbled me into the hog-tub,
And I'll never go there any more.
Over the water, and over the lea,