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bessiei met her at wool lane in the spring when boughs did blossom an blackbirds did sing she was up for it ready to go she wore a bonnet her bum was bare so i took her to a show down at wareham fair i paraded her upon the green oh twas a pleasant sunny scene there were farmers there squires and more they said what are ya asking for er farmer samways he paid ten bob i said twould do was just the job he took her home to his new farm near Poole thats where she lives with Bert his boar i never seen such a fat sow since or before than Bessie the pig there Ive said it all
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