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 At last ventur'd up these valiant young men,
 * though armed with courage undaunted;

But took them for spirits, and run back again,
 * and swore that the house it was haunted.

As they retreated, the young man they met,
 * come shivering in at the door, Sir,

Who look'd like a rat, his clothes dripping wet,
 * no rogue that was pump'd could look worse, Sir.

They all were amaz'd to see him come in,
 * and asked him what was the matter!

He told him the story and where he had been,
 * which made them to burst into laughter.

Quoth the old man, O I was in a huff,
 * and reckon'd to cut them assunder,

Thinking that they'd been three soldiers in buff,
 * and come for to rifle and plunder.

But they're my three daughters whom I do adore,
 * all frighted from private diversion;

Therefore I'll put up my old rusty sword,
 * for why should I be in a passion!

All ye young maids that these lines revise,
 * that go out for to wash in the night;

Beware of the boys that are hid in the trees,
 * lest that they surprise you with fright.

ONG have I spent my time in vain, By loving a young man did me disdain, By loving a young man did me disdain, Through woods and groves I took his part, False is the man that has won my heart, So deep is the wound and so great is the smart.