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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?
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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.