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 Don’t you see my clothes are torn,

My handsome cap and new baloon;

The more she grumbled, the more I tumbled,

I kiss’d her well by the light of the moon.

Then I lifted her by the hand,

While she gave a heavy sigh,

Do not leave me, she cried, Johnny,

Do not leave me, or I'll die.

Other maids they will disdain me,

And say I’ve play’d the wanton soon,

Do not leave me here a pining,

Condoling my fate by the light of the moon.

Then he said, my lovely Sally,

Be not troubled nor afraid,

Since thou’st yielded thy charms to me,

I’ll be true to thee he said.

Thy father he is rich and wealthy,

And he calls me a silly clown;

But we have got a secret pleasure,

To dandle the child by the light of the moon.

Thy father he is rich and wealthy,

And he has no child but thee,

Thy father he has gold in plenty,

He must leave it all to thee;

Or if he does not, I’ll make a bargain,

And I’ll make it very soon,

The first of us that does recant,

Must dandle the child by the light of the moon.

When six long months was past and over,

Sally’s waist began to swell,