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 he ask me to wed, as he hinted today,

when my hand he so soft & so tenderly squeez’d,

He’s so pretty a swain that I can’t say him nay,

I’m resolv’d to be marry’d, O dear! I’m so pleas’d.

S I was a walking one morning so fair.

So Green was the fields, and cool was the air.

There did I discover

Pretty Nancy my lover,

And I for to woo her was pleas’d for to say,