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( 6 ) OH! TO BE MARRIED, IF THIS BE

THE WAY.

AYS Moll to her Miſtreſs, I long to be married. For there is great danger in too long delay; To ſee myſelf ſingle, my mind is uneaſy, For manage is pleaſant, I hear people ſay: Beſides, I am fifteen my days are a-waſting, Therefore I'm afraid left my beauty decay: The boys ſay they love me, in truth they’re not jeſting. And oh? to be married if this be the way.

When I am inclos'd in the arms of my lover, He yields me much pleaſure; I think I am bleſt; He oftentimes kiſſes me over and over; He oftentimes ſqueeſes me unto his breaſt! He ſays that his love to me is increaſing, Thoſe raptures of pleaſures ſhall never decay; I think it's but folly my time to be waſting: And oh! to be married if this be the way.

He call'd me his jewel, his joy. and his treaſure. Without me there's nothing can yield him delight; He’ll do his endeavor to keep me quite eaſy, And comfort me always by day and by night.