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( 4 ) Come fill the creel, come fill it well,

ee that it lake no berries,

For a man that loves hi mitres well,

he will her always cherih.

Some people ay that I am rude,

and in me there's no widom;

But believe me now, I'll tell you true,

I'll be a loving husband.

Our Clergymen and Lawyers,

they peak for gain and treaure;

The man that loves his mistres well,

will wait upon her leiure.

I'll come to night when the moon hines bright,

becaue thou art my deary:

A' man that loves his mistres well

no travel makes him weary.

Down in yon garden there are bees,

and below their hive there’s honey,

The man that loves his mitres well,

he values not her money.

I know thy friends are ning means,

on purpoe to diuade you,

Thinking to get a better match,

but fortune may beguile you.

Why dot thou think my pretty pink,

but I can live without thee;

Now ince it be I’ll let you ee,

that you may look about ye.