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 But first pull'd out a fine gay Purse, Well lin'd within, as she might see, And cry'd, before it happens worse, Be wise, and take a Golden Fee. 'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

Oh keep your Gold, reply'd the Maid, I will not take your golden Fee, For well you hope to be repay'd, And greater Treasure take from me, 'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

A thundering Oath then out he sent, That she should presently be dead; For were his Heart not eas'd, he meant Point blank to shoot her thro' the Head. 'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

Then making hast to seize her, went And laid the Fire-Arms at her Feet, Whilst Clara seeing his Intent, Has no recourse to Aid, but Wit. 'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

She feigns a Smile, and clinging close, Cry'd out, I've now your Courage try'd, Y'have met no simple Country Mouse, My Dear, you shall be satisfied. 'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

My Father takes me for a Saint, Tho' weary of my Maiden Geer, That I may give you full Content, Pray look, Sir Knight, the Coast be clear. 'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

Look out, and see who comes and goes, And you shall quickly have your Will; For if my Father nothing knows, Then I shall be a Maiden still. 'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.