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Rh Prithee, pretty maiden, will you marry me? (Hey, but I'm hopeful, willow, willow waly!) I may say, at once, I'm a man of propertee— Hey, willow waly O! Money, I despise it, But many people prize it, Hey, willow waly O!

Gentle sir, although to marry I design— (Hey, but he's hopeful, willow, willow waly!) As yet I do not know you, and so I must decline. Hey, willow waly O! To other maidens go you— As yet I do not know you, Hey, willow waly O!