Song CX., p.355.

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PRithee, Billy, be’nt so silly, 

Thus to waste thy days in grief; 

You say, Betty will not let ye; 

But can sorrow bring relief? 


Leave repining, cease your whining; 

Pox on torment, tears and woe: 

If she’s tender, she’ll surrender; 

If she’s tough, — e’en let her go. 

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