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Song. II. Act.
1
Come Mawsy, come Puckling,And come my sweet Suckling,
My pretty Mamillion, my Ioy,
Fall each to his Duggy,
VVhile kindly we huggie,
As tender as Nurse over Boy.
Then suck our blouds freely, and with it be jolly,
While merrily we sing, hey Trolly Lolly.
2
We'l dandle and clip yee,We'l stroke yee, and leape yee,
And all that we have is your due;
The feates you doe for us,
And those which you store us
Withall, tyes us onely to you.
Then suck our blouds freely, and with it be jolly,
While merrily we sing, hey Trolly Lolly.
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