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 I had not been in Holland

past years two or three,

Before that my young mistress

grew very fund of me.

She said her gold and silver

her houses and her land,

If I’d consent to marry her,

should be at my command.

I said dear honoured lady,

I cannot wed you both,

For I have lately promised

and made a solemn oath.

To wed none but Polly,

your pretty chamber-maid;

Excuse me, my dear mistress,

she has my heart betray’d.

Then in an angry humour,

away from me did run,

Resolv’d to be reveng’d on me,

before that it was long.

She being so perplexed,

the could nor be my wife.

That she would seek a project

to take away my life.

One day as we were walking

all in a garden gay,

The flowers they were springing

delightful and so gay,