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BE QUIET, DO!—I'LL CALL MY MOTHER |
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BE QUIET, DO!—I'LL CALL MY MOTHER
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As I was sitting in a wood,Under an oak-tree's leafy cover,
Musing in pleasant solitude,
Who should come by but John, my lover!
He press'd my hand and kiss'd my cheek;
Then, warmer growing, kiss'd the other,
While I exclaim'd, and strove to shriek,
“Be quiet, do!—I'll call my mother!”
II
He saw my anger was sincere,And lovingly began to chide me;
Then wiping from my cheek the tear,
He sat him on the grass beside me.
He feign'd such pretty amorous woe,
Breath'd such sweet vows one after other,
I could but smile, while whispering low,
“Be quiet, do!—I'll call my mother!”
III
He talk'd so long, and talk'd so well,And swore he meant not to deceive me;
I felt more grief than I can tell,
When with a sigh he rose to leave me.
“Oh! John,” said I, “and must thou go?
“I love thee better than all other;
“There is no need to hurry so,—
“I never meant to call my mother.”
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