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The Ballad of the Cloak
Come buy my new Baller,
I hav’t in my wallet;
But it will not (I fear) please every pallet.
Then mark what ensu’th,
I swear by my Youth,
That every line in my Ballet is truth.
A Ballet of witt, a Ballet of worthe,
t’Is newly Printed and newly come forth :
It Was made of a Cloak, that fell out with a Gown,
That Crampt all the Kingdom and Crippl’d the Crown.
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