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JAMES.
PRithee, Susan, what dost muse on,
By this doleful spring?
You are, I fear, in love, my dear;
Alas poor thing!
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SUSAN.
Truly, Jamie, I must blame ye,
You look so pale and wan;
I fear ‘twill prove you are in love;
Alas poor man!
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JAMES.
Nay, my Suzy, now I view ye;
Well I know your smart,
When you’re alone you sigh and groan;
Alas poor heart!
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SUSAN.
Jamie, hold; I dare be bold
To say, thy heart is stole,
And know the she as well as thee;
Alas poor soul!
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JAMES.
Then, my Sue, tell me who;
I’ll give thee beads of pearl,
And ease thy heart of all this smart;
Alas poor girl!
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SUSAN.
Jamie, no, if you shou’d know,
I fear ‘twou’d make you sad,
And pine away both night and day;
Alas poor lad!
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JAMES.
Why then, my Sue, it is for you,
That I burn in these flames;
And when I die, I know you’ll cry,
Alas poor James!
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SUSAN.
Say you so, then, Jamie, know,
If you should prove untrue,
Then must I likewise cry,
Alas poor Sue!
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Quoth he, then join thy hand with mine,
And we will wed to day:
I do agree, here ‘tis, quoth she,
Come let’s away.
