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 ( 6 ) I doubt the deel will gar you dance Round the wood of Fetterletter.

Wooing at you wooing at you, They speed best, that went without you, For a’ your sixty and the ten, That you did sing was wooing at you, Every one gave you the fling. So keep your Taylor, fast ty’d to you.

The Young Man's Courtship.

IT was on a summer morning, I trac’d the woods about. The hounds thy followed after, and sain would gain the rout, I fpy’d a lovely fair maiden. fairer than the Venus queen, I'd sain would been pattaker, of riffling her rushes green.

If I should lay you down fair maid and you not willing be, Then up again I'll raise you and make a green bed for thee. With a bo’tle of strong liquor, I treated this charming fair, Just taking my leave of her, paid the reckoning full and free,