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Rh I lov’d her so, I could not leave

the charmer of my heart;

But wedded, and conceal’d the crime;

thus all was well again:

And now she thanks the happy time,

she rose and loot me in.

NOT far from town a country ’squire,

an open hearted blade,

Had long conceiv’d a strong desire

to kiss his chamber-maid.

One summer’s eve, quite full of glee,

he took her to the shade,

And underneath a mulberry-tree,

he kiss’d his chamber-maid.

The parson’s wife from window high,

the am’rous pair survey’d,

And strongly wish’d, none can deny,

she’d been the chamber-maid.

The sport being o’er, poor Betsy cry’d,

dear Sir, I’m much afraid:

That woman there, will tell your spouse,

that you have kiss’d her maid.

A lucky thought the ’squire conceiv’d,

that she might not upbraid;

And instantly his spouse he brought

where he had kiss’d his maid.

There underneath the mulberry-tree,

her ladyship he laid:

And there most sweetly kiss’d was she,

just like her chamber-maid.