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 Thus I myself did disappoint,
 * for she did leave me fairly;

One word knock'd all things out of joint,
 * I lost both maid and barley.

Riding down a narrow lane,
 * some twa or three hours after.

Then I chanc'd to meet again
 * this farmer's bonny daughter.

Although it was baith raw and cauld,
 * I stood to hold a parley,

And shew'd once more my purse of gold,
 * when as she had sold her barley.

Love, said I, pray do not frown,
 * but let us change embraces;

I'll buy thee a fine silken gown,
 * with ribbons, gloves, and laces:

A ring and bodkin, muff, and fan,
 * no lady shall have neater;

For, as I am an honest man,
 * I ne'er saw a sweeter creature.

Then I took her by the hand,
 * and said, My dearest jewel.

Why shouldst thou thus disputing stand?
 * I pray thee be not cruel.

She found my mind was fully bent
 * to please my fond desire,

Therefore she seemed to consent,
 * but I wish I’d ne'er come nigh her.