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350 Therefore Mister Musick Man, Whatsoever may be my chance, It is for my Ladie's Love and mine, Strike up the Morris Dance.

[Then they foot it round.

I am my father's eldest Son, And Heir of all his Land, And in a short Time I hope It will fall into my Hands. I was brought up at Lindsey Court, All the Days of my Life. Here stands a fair Lady, I wish she was my Wife. I love her at my Heart, And from her I will never Start. Therefore, Mr. Musick Man, play up my part.

And mine, too.

[Enter Allspice, and they foot it round. Pickle Herring, Suter to Cicely, takes her by the Hand, and walks about the Room.

Sweet Ciss, if thou wilt be my Love, A Thousand Pounds I will give thee. No, you're too old, Sir, and I am too young, And, alas! old Man that must not be. I'll buy the a Gown of violet blue, A Petticoat imbroidered to thy knee. Likewise my love to thee shall be true. But, alas, old Man, that must not be! Thou shalt walk at thy pleasure, love, all the Day, If at Night thou wilt but come home to me, And in my House bear all the sway. Your Children, they'll find fault with me. I'll turn my Children out of Doors.