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7 Yet hats from bonnets might retire,

And you never shall be my dearie, O.





It was in the charming fine summer weather,

When Flora yields a fine fragrant scent,

A brisk young Squire with his hat and feather

Into the town of Norris went:

And there he tarried—much gold he carried;

He spied a damsel beautiful and fair,

This maid he fancied, her name was Nancy,

A weaver s daughter that lived ther

He fixed his ogling eyes upon her,

With every motion for to enjoy ;

He often crav'd her of her honour,

But modest Nancy was something coy.

He often courted and likewise sported,

And in his arms did her enfold:

He said my dear Nancy if you please my fancy,

I will give you a chain of gold.

I would not blemish your reputation.

For all the favours you could bestow:

I mean to live in an honest station,

No man alive shall serve me so.

Keep your laces—your kind embraces,

Such silly trifles wont my fancy move;

Til death I ll tarry unless I marry

No man alive shall my ruin prove.