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AS Tom and Cupid went astray,

for to pass the time away,

Tom he thought h'mself qu te happy,

while he walk’d the new moon hay;

By the brink of a crysta' river,

joining to a shady grove,

Cupid being a cunning master,

he pierc'd him with the dart of love.

A thousand goddesses surrounded,

to direct the lovely pair,

Polly’s beauty, Tom confounded,

love's passion wrought him to despair:

How to gain this lovely c eature,

you god of love pray let me know,

Must I shall I, kiss you Pol y,

still she answer’d no, no, no;

To a tavern straight he brought her,

gave her liquor of the belt,

By the hand he often shook her,

saying, I love you the best,

Poll grew warm and thought no harm,

after a harmless glass or two,

To what he said, the silly maid,

could hardly answer no no, no.

Madam, your smiles are so engaging,