.Our master's gone; we've stole our master's horses
And stole away, running
If we return we shall be drawn and quartered
At Tyburn cross, hung
The ladies fair who ride the skies above us
Will come to swing their whips
To lash the backs of all the painted gentry who
Have bu.
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