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73. Of a Servant-Maid.
A servant maid in Winter washing clothesUpon the banks where pleasant Arnus flowes,
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I wish (sweet heart) you had a warmer day.
She look'd upon him in a pretty snuff,
And then repli'd; Sir, here I've fire enough,
Laying her hands you may guess where. He smil'd
To hear her answer come so quick, and wild:
And (pulling out his weapon) said (fair Wench)
Light me this Candle then e're I go hence.
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