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148
THE Romp's SONG.
Oh! I'll have a Husband, ay marry!
For why should I longer tarry,
Than other brisk Girls have done:
For if I stay
'Till I grow grey,
They'll call me old Maid,
And fusty old Jade;
So I'll no longer tarry,
But I'll have a Husband, ay marry,
If Money can buy me one.
For why should I longer tarry,
Than other brisk Girls have done:
For if I stay
'Till I grow grey,
They'll call me old Maid,
And fusty old Jade;
So I'll no longer tarry,
But I'll have a Husband, ay marry,
If Money can buy me one.
149
My Mother she says I'm too coming,
And still in my Ears she is drumming,
That I am too young to wed:
My Sisters they cry,
Oh fye and Oh fye;
But yet I can see
They're as coming as me,
So let 'em have Husbands in plenty;
I'd rather have twenty times twenty,
Than die a despis'd old Maid.
And still in my Ears she is drumming,
That I am too young to wed:
My Sisters they cry,
Oh fye and Oh fye;
But yet I can see
They're as coming as me,
So let 'em have Husbands in plenty;
I'd rather have twenty times twenty,
Than die a despis'd old Maid.
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