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( 6 ) He aid. My jewel, and beauty bright,

On thee I fixt my heart's delight!

But up he roe awa away he tew,

Her anwer was, I'll have none of you.

He ays. My jewel, I will you deck.

With a chain of gold arourd your neck.

What you ay, drummer. I believe tis true

But her anwer was. I'll have none of you.

But this young drummer could not tay,

Taking h'r drum for to march away;

She cry'd, Young drummer, I'll wed with you.

But his anwer was, I'll have none of you.

Therefore, my dear, for to tell you plain,

By uit and peron yon did didain,

My love and proffer you did deny;

Do you think I'll marry you?—No, not I

This poor girl has her enes lot.

And for her drummer he's orely crot;

And now (he lies in tormenting wo,

Ruing the day he aid, No, po.

My young drummer has a pretty face,

And down his coat he wears the lace,

Beides he has ilver buckles too:

He's won my heart, what hall I do?