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 Altho; I was forc'd to plough the raging main, With joy I'm returned to you once again, With gold and with ſilver, to you I'll reſign, If you will conſent, my dear, to be mine.

It was your cruel parents that forc'd me away, Elſe with you, my jewel, I'd rather have ſtay'd, All in your ſweet company, which I do adore, Alas! I was afraid I ne'er ſhould ſee you more.

So now my dear charmer, let's no longer delay, But now to the church let us haſte away, Where you and I'll join in love's fweet content, They ne'er ſtood to parley, but to church they went.

HE willow you ſay is a pretty flower, Thee have I courted for many long hours,
 * but all in vain it hath proved I fear.
 * The willow you ſay, etc.

Falſe you have turned, tho' now you complain,
 * don't you remember the garland you ſent,

The willow-will fram'd it, & falſe hearts adorn'd it,
 * little once did I think of your intent.
 * Falſse have you-turned etc

I am the young man who ſays he loves you, "ready to come and ſpeak it I vow, The garland you ſent, it don't become me,
 * tho' you do force me to wear it now.
 * I am the young man, etc.

On Monday morn I am ready to meet you,
 * and to love's alter lead you away;

The ring I'll get, the licence is ready,
 * dear girl for thee I no longer can ſtay.
 * On Monday morn, etc.