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 With that the young Damſel began to look wild,

I think in my Heart you have got me with Child;

Had I not been married, I had been undone,

This Night you have got me with a Daughter or Son.

This Damſel ſhe ran to her Father's Whitehall,

And down on her bended Knees ſhe did fall;

Says, Pardon dear Father and Mother too,

For now I can ſhew you what Boufler can do.

Says, Pardon dear Father and Mother too,

For now I can call up my Goſſipping Crew.







While Flowers in their tender Buds do grow

Let no young Men into your Gardens go;

Leſt theſe young Buds upon their tender Stem

Should be cropp'd off by theſe unruly Men.

OU pretty Maidens all,

That now are in your Prime,

Beſure you look your Gardens well,

Let no Man ſteal your Thyme:

For I delight in my Thyme,

That flouriſh'd Night and Day,

Then came a young Man craftily,

And ſtole my Thyme away. This