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1

Young Jack he was a journey-man

That roved from town to town,

And when he'd done a job of work,

He lightly sat him down.

With his kit upon his shoulder, and

A grafting knife in hand,

He roved the country round about,

A merry journey-man.

2

And when he came to Exeter,

The maidens leaped for joy;

Said one and all, both short and tall,

Here comes a gallant boy.

The lady dropt her needle, and

The maid her frying-pan,

Each plainly told her mother, that

She loved the journey-man.

3

He had not been in Exeter,

The days were barely three,

Before the Mayor, his sweet daughter.

She loved him desperately;

She bid him to her mother's house,

She took him by the hand,

Said she, "My dearest mother, see

I love the journey-man!"

4

Now out on thee, thou silly maid!

Such folly speak no more:

How can'st thou love a roving man,

Thou ne'er hast seen before?

"O mother sweet, I do entreat,

I love him all I can;

Around the country glad I'll rove

With this young journey-man.

5

"He need no more to trudge afoot,

He'll travel coach and pair;

My wealth with me—or poverty

With him, content I'll share."

Now fill the horn with barleycorn,

And flowing fill the can:

Here let us toast the Mayor's daughter

And the roving journey-man.