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 At last he swore, grown bolder, He'd hire some common Shrew; For hey pish, hey fie, hey for a Boy, Sing, shall I come Kiss thee now? In Loving Arms did fold her, E'er Sneak, and Cringe, and Cry; With hey pish, hey fie, hey for a Boy, Sing, shall I come Kiss thee now.

Convinc'd of her Coy folly, And stubborn Female will; Poor Doll grew Melancholy, The Grist went by her Mill: I hope, she cry'd, you're wiser, Then credit what I have said; Tho' I do cry nay fie, and pish, and prithee stand by, That I am too young to Wed; Bring you the Church adviser, And dress up the Bridal Bed; Then try, tho' I cry, fie and pish, and prithee stand by, If I am too young to Wed.

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