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[ 19 ] Now we come Wh die was come and boys wi marry hearts. We're gone to their m mma' and eat their pies and tarts.

As ſoon is J h few his fire, a boon a boon he cried, O if I am your darling boy, let me not be denied.

My darling boy indeed thou art, the father wife replied, So name the boon; I promiſe thee it ſhall not be denied.

Then give me, Sir, your long laſh'd whip, and give your gig and pair, To drive alone to yonder town, and flouriſh through the fair.

The father ſhook his head, M for you know not what you ſk; To drive a g g in crouded ſtreets is no ſuch eaſy taſk.

The horſes full of reſt and corn ſen ce I myſelf can guide, And much I fear if you attempt, ſome mi chief will b t de.

Then hink, dear boy, of ſomething alſo that's better worth your hing, A how and quiver, b and bail , a rod and lines for fiſhing,