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SHE.
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.
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НЕ.
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.
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SHE.
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.
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ΗΕ.
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.
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SHE.
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.
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HE.
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.
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SHE.
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.
