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5 Unto my breaſt the fair I preſt,

nor did ny dear ſeem coy,

But kindly ſaid, Sir, i'm afraid

you ve caus' d yourself much toil.

My dear, ſaid he, if you'll be true,

my toil is at an end,

It's you alone can eaſe ny moan,

it's you can me befriend.

My dear be kind, and tell your mind,

declare now in your turn;

For if you can't love me, I can't live,

then death attends the ſcorn.

She ſeemd oppreſsed with great diſtreſs,

and knew not what to ſay:

But kindly ſaid If you re ſincere,

pray come another day.

Your perſon I do not diſpiſe,

but my friends do all declare,

To marry me immediately,

to the "Squire s only heir.

If the Squire's Son diſtracted run,

he never ſhall get my dear;

No no ſuch clown ſhall me controul,

for a his ſtore of gear.

For if my true love will conſtant prove,

I have her heart in ſtore ;

So the Squire s son may ſtay at home,

and walk this road no more.