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 What makes my dear Polly to ſigh & complain,

Did you think, love, I ne'er ſhould return again,

Now to the church let us with ſpeed repair,

So never mind your father my deareſt dear.

My father is worth five thouſard a year,

And I am his daughter, and his only heir,

Not a penny of portion he'll give me I fear,

If I marry with you, O my deareſt dear.

They went to church & were marry'd ſtraightway,

And home to her father the very next day,

Saying, Honoured father, I tell unto thee,

That marry'd we two are, you plainly may ſee.

With that, the old man began for to ſwear,

You have marry'd my daughter, and my only care,

But ſince that you're marry'd, I've got a new ſon,

You are welcome, I freely forgive what is done.

You young men and maids of every degree,

Wed the man you love, if you think he loves thee,

For my father's well pleas'd with his goodſon & heir,

And ſettl'd upon him one thouſand a year.

NE night at ten o'clock as I a reading ſat

letters of old I receiv'd from my dear,

Somebody at the door like a Jack Tar did roar,

which drove my fenſes I cannot tell where.

I roſe at the ſhock, I the door did unlock,

ſuch a fine light fare my eyes did behold,

Trowſers as white as ſnow, buckles down to the toe,

with a flaſhy curl'd gee, his hat lac'd with gold.