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She. OH Love if a God thou wilt be, Do Justice in Favour of me      For yonder approaching I see A Man with a Beard, Who as I have heard, Has often undone Poor Maids that have none, With sighing, and toying, And crying, and lying, And such kind of Foolery.

He. Fair Maid by your Leave, My Heart does receive Strange Pleasure to meet you here, Pray tremble not so, Nor offer to go, I'll do ye no Harm, I swear, I'll do ye no Harm, I swear.

She. My Mother is spinning at Home, My Father works hard at his Loom, And we here a milking are come, Their Dinner they want, Pray Gentlemen don't          Make more ado on't,           Nor give us Affront, We're none of the Town Will lie down for a Crown, Then away, Sir, and give us Room.