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 Whither so fast sweet maid, he cried, And caught me round the waist, Pray stop a while, dear sir, said I, I can’t for I’m in haste, I can’t for I'm in haste, I can’t for I’m in haste, Pray stop a while, dear sir, said I, I can’t for I'm in haste.

You must not go as yet, cried he, For I have much to say; Come, sit you down, and let us chat Upon this new mown hay. I’ve lov’d you long, and oft have wish’d Those ruby lips to taste; I'll have a kiss, well then, said I, Be quick, for I’m in haste.

Just as I spoke, I saw young Hedge Come thro’ a neighb’ring gate, He caught my hand and cried, dear girl, I fear I've made you wait.

But here’s the ring, come let’s to church, The joys of love to taste; I left the squire, and laughing cried, You see, sir, I’m in haste.

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