Royalty

      Roval visit to

    GRAVESEND.

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C ll you pretty crg' maids
You won no where to find me
I am off with joy so now g
I leave you all behind me
I have got a man a handsome man,
Oh dear theres been a fuss then
I am going to the Prussian land
With my sweet darling husband

Oh mother dear dont shed a tear
For ever I will kind be
I am going for across the se
So leave you all behind me

My hasband fine is twenty-nine
Stands five feet ten so clever
A finer man on Britain's land
hee cannot be not never
He is blythe and free he pleasea me
I am certain he will kind b
Adieu my friends at sweet Gravesend
I leave you all behind me

To Gravesend town we travel down
The people seem amazing
While every eye as we pass bye
On me and Fred are gazing
Dad at home and mother too
My sister's hair she's curling
And me and Fred will go to bed
When we arrive at Barlin

My husband never was a turk
A Frenchman nor a Russia
He'r a right down jolly buxem chap
He is a noble Prussian
What care we for old John Bull
A for an he must find me
My pretty blooming english girls
I leave you far behind me

My mother said such pretty maids
It was a shame I single tarried
God bless the day the happy day
The day when I was married
From London down to Gravesend town
We ga y went now mind me
Bid adieu I will to Shooters Hill
And the land I have left behind me

When we get down to Gravesend town
The pretty girls drew near me,
While boys did sing the bolls did ring
And the bonny lasses cheer me
There goes they eried the lovly bride
May her Prussian husband kind be
With a loud huzza I am off so gay
And leave you all behind me

I am going to a distant land
With Prussians to be minging
But I shall came you understand
Sometimes to dear old england
And if my Fred don't use ma right
A tartar he shall find me
I like a brick will cut my stick
And leave him far behind