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( 4 ) Or has your heart unto some other stray'd,

ah! why did I escape the murdering shot!

When thus he spoke, her wonted colour fled,

she ran and sank upon her Allen’s breast,

All pale, a while she look'd like one that’s dead,

she kist, she breath'd, and all her love confest.

Yes, my delight, though alter'd as thou art,

reduc'd by honest courage to this stare,

Thou art the golden treasure of my heart,

my long lost husband, and my wish'd for mate.





LL you that delight in a jocular song,

come listen unto me a while, Sir, Sir

I will engage you shall not tarry long,

before it will make you to smile, Sir.

Near to the town there liv'd an old man,

had three pretty maids to his daughters,

Of whom I shall tell such a story anon,

will tickle your fancy with laughter.

The old man he had in his garden a pond,

'twas very fine summer weather,

The daughters one night, they were all very fond,

to go and bathe in it together.

Which they all agreed, but happ’ned to be,

espy'd by a youth in the house, Sir,

Who got in the garden, and climb’d up a tree,

and there lay as snug as a mouse, Sir.