XVI., pp.264-266.

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OH love! if a God thou wilt be, 

Do justice in favour of me; 

For yonder approaching I see, 

A man with a beard, 

Who, as I have heard, 

Hath often undone 

Poor maids that have none, 

With sighing and toying, 

And crying and lying, 

And such kind of foolery. 



Fair maid by your leave, 

My heart does receive 

Strange pleasure to meet you here; 

Pray tremble not so 

Nor offer to go, 

I’ll do you no harm I swear, 

I’ll do you no harm I swear. 



My mother is spinning at home, 

My father works hard at the loom, 

And we are a milking come; 

Their dinner they want; 

Then pray ye, sir, don’t 

Make more ado on’t, 

Nor give us affront; 

We’re none of the town 

Will ly down for a crown, 

Then away, sir, and give us room. 



By Phoebus and Jove

By honour and love, 

I’ll do thee dear sweet no harm; 

Ye’r as fresh as a rose, 

I want one of those; 

Ah! how such a wife wou’d charm, 

Ah! how such a wife wou’d charm. 



And can you then like the old rule, 

Be conjugal, honest and dull, 

And marry, and look like a fool; 

For I must be plain, 

All tricks are in vain; 

There’s nothing can gain 

What you wou’d obtain, 

Like moving and proving 

By wedding, true loving, 

My lesson I learnt at school. 



I’ll do’t by this hand, 

I’ve houses and land, 

Estate too in good freehold; 

My dear let us joyn, 

It all shall be thine, 

Besides a good purse of gold, 

Besides a good purse of gold. 



You make me to blush now, I vow, 

Ah me! shall I baulk my cow? 

But since the late oath you have swore, 

Your soul shall not be 

In danger for me; 

I’ll rather agree 

Of two to make three: 

We’ll wed, and we’ll bed, 

There’s no more to be said, 

And I’ll ne’er go a milking more. 

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