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( 3 ) And if he ays he loves me not,

I'll laugh at her didain:

If he be contant, I'll be true,

and o we hall agree.

And if he ays he loves me not,

I'll change as well as he,

There is twelve months into the year,

as I hear people ay;

The merriet month, in all the year,

is the months of June and May;

Thee are the months I chooe my love,

if it pleaes her deire;

Young women carry the keys of Love,

men's hearts are all on fire. 



N Galawater fair and clear,

there lives a lovely creature,

Whoe beauty rare makes her excel,

all other works of nature.

I fix'd my mind on this lovely dame,

determin'd ne'er to alter;

But like a fale deluding fair,

I found her love but flatter.

My love he lives upon yon hill,

it's all grown o'er with heather,

Come tie the creel upon my back,

ome berries for to gather.