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FARE THEE WELL
Before our banns be published like a tax,
Ask'd on the portals of St. Mary Axe,
If thou wilt marry me—then prythee tell—
Oh now—or fare thee well!
Ask'd on the portals of St. Mary Axe,
If thou wilt marry me—then prythee tell—
Oh now—or fare thee well!
Think of old maids of seventy—fourscore,
Fourscore old women at the temple's door,
Those that can read, and those that learn to spell—
Oh now—or fare thee well!
Fourscore old women at the temple's door,
Those that can read, and those that learn to spell—
Oh now—or fare thee well!
Suppose our names a history—suppose
Our love forepicked to pieces, like a rose
Shed blushing all abroad—my Isabel!
Oh now—or fare thee well!
Our love forepicked to pieces, like a rose
Shed blushing all abroad—my Isabel!
Oh now—or fare thee well!
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