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Y the light of the moon t’other ev’ning I ſtray’d,
 * a mile by the ſide of the brook;

When Roger ſtept up with, how do you, far maid?
 * I peeviſhly anſwer’d, go look, go look.
 * I peeviſhly anſwer’d, go look.

Nay, nay, he reply’d, why angry with me?
 * I know you meet Robin the cook;

It may be ye now are a waiting for he,
 * in a paſſion I anſwer’d, go look, go look,
 * In a passion I anſwer’d, go look.

Quoth he, you love muſic, I’ve heard them to ſay;
 * and out he an inſtrument took——

D’ye think said he, Bob or I better can play?
 * I anſwer’d him fellow, go look, go look,
 * I anſwer’d him fellow, go look.

But reſolute grown he seiz’d fast o’ my hand,
 * and forc’d me to ſit down in the nook;

And ſweet, ſaid he, tell me what tune you command,
 * you puppy, I anſwer’d, go look, go look.
 * You puppy, I anſwer’d go look.

But ſoon, with his flute, he ſo raviſh’d my heart,
 * that I never dreamt more of the cook;

And thoſe who imagine I’ve told but a part,
 * for the reſt of the ſtory may look, may look.
 * For the reſt of the ſtory may look.