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( 5 ) So fare you well my dearest dear,

my bleing ay go with you,

I'll come uono [sic] more to your bow'r door,

for to tell you that I love you.

You've been o free in telling me,

that you've not a mind to marry,

I'll be o free in telling thee,

that I have no time to tarry.

You lovers who a courting go,

pray take this for a warning,

Let Cupid no advantage take,

of your reaon to diarm you.

For Peggy’s miles my heart inflames,

my breat doth burn like fire,

But ince it’s o, I'll let her go,

from henceforth I’ll defy her.

So here’s a health to the bonny las,

whoe cheeks are like the roes;

The finet flowers will oonet fade,

when they are et in poies.

It’s heaven’s decree it mut not be,

therefore I will reign her;

Some other maid will grace my bed,

for wedlock more inclining.



near each loyal lover,

To you I will dicover.