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Sit thee down by me (mine own) Joy
Thou'lt quite kill me should'st thou prove Coy,
Should'st be Coy, and have none of me,
Where should I have such another Lass as thee.

II

I've been at Wake, and I've been at Fair,
Yet saw not one, with thee to Compare.
Long have I sought, but ne're could I find,
One like to thee, if thou prove kind.

III

Thou shalt have gay things to make the fine,
Thou shalt have all things if thou'lt be mine;
Thy head with the choicest Flowers shall be crown'd,
And thy pink-petty-coat shall be Laced round.

IV

We'l go early to the brook side,
To catch Fishes as they do glide;
And ev'ry Fish thy Captive shall be,
Thou catching them as thou hast caught me.

V

When the scrip's full then what shall we do?
But gang to the little house on the hill brow.
There will we sit and eat up our Fish,
But sure 'tis thy self must make the best dish.

VI

Come let me kiss thy cherry lips, and trace
All o're the wonders of thy sweet face;
Thy breasts, that so white, and roundly do rise,
Thy ruddy-Cheeks, and thy black Eyes.

VII

I'le ly by thee, all the cold night,
Thou shalt have all things for thy delight.
Thou shalt have any thing, thou shalt have me,
Sure I have some thing, that will please thee.