Clare meets Patty who became his wife.


Where are you going lovely maid
The morning fine & early
Im going to Walkerd Sir she said
& made accross the barley
Her neck a thumb & finger span
Her bosom swelling over
Her waist was half the vulgar kind
An armful for a lover

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