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 :Come all ye pretty maidens wherever ye be, Don't ſettle your love on a ſycamore tree, The leaf it will wither, and the root it will die, And if I'm forſaken, I know not for why.

HEN young and artleſs as the lamb, Which plays about its fondling dam,
 * Briſk, buxom, pert, and ſilly;

I ſlighted all the manly ſwains, And put my virgin heart in chains,
 * For ſmiling ſmooth fac'd Willy.

But when experience came with years, Which rais'd my hopes and quell'd my fears,
 * My heart was blythe and bonny,

I turn'd off every beardleſs youth, So gave my word, and fix'd my truth
 * On honeſt ſturdy Johnny.

Next at the wake I ſaw the 'Squire, For love I felt a new deſire,
 * Fond to outſhine my mammy,

I ſigh'd for fringes, frogs, and beaux, For pig-tail wigs, and powder'd clothes,
 * And ſilken maſter Sammy.

For riches next I ſet a flame, Old Gripus to my cottage came,
 * And held an amorous parley.

For muſic next I chanc'd to born, And fondly liſten'd in my turn,
 * To warbling quivering Charley.

So now alike the fools and wits, Fops, fidlers, foreigners and cits,
 * All ſtruck me by rotation,