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 ( 5 ) When the dull or the splenetic, censure or chide

At my innocent freedom and prate.

I titter to bear their nonsenical pride,

For I cannot help laughing at that.

Young Collin declares for husband I 'm fit,

So he courts me from morning to night;

On the charms of my person displays all his wit,

And I own that it gives me delight;

He talks of the parson, the church, and the ring,

In praise too of conjugal chat,

That wedlock, indeed, is an excellent thing,

So I must not get laughing at that.

''At length with his wishes if I should comply,  As at present I seem to incline,  If but on his promises I may rely,  Not to check this good humour of mine,''

To church with young Collin I'd soon trip away.

And answer all questions quite pat;

When it comes to the critical word call'd Obey,

I shall scarcely keep laughing at that.





In summer when the leaves were green,

and blossoms deck'd each tree,

Young Sandy then declar'd his love,

his artless love to me.