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This you muſt allow, when I Was born firſt
I then was incapable to give diſguſt
So far as to be baniſhed for fifteen years;
The truth of this matter, good ſir let me hear.
The he ſhew'd a reaſon for what he had done,
At this news the tears from, off her cheeks run.
Said ſhe, If it be ſo then hard is my lot,
And in your ' ſcutcheon it may caſt a blot.
For fear your honour I bring to diſgrace,
Give me a child 's part, and I'll quit the place .
With tears he embrac'd her, and for her did pray,
So with riches on horſe- back ſhe rode away.
To the North of England this Lady went,
Where in a lone cottage ſhe liv'd with content:
Her proviſion was brought her by a woman, who
Brought it once a week, and away did go.
And for a diveſion, this Lady bright
Play'd on the ſpinnet, herſelf to delight :
And as ſhe was playing moſt ſweetly one day,
A young 'Squire chanced to come that way.
Who hearing the muſic, vow'd he would ſee
Who in the cottage play'd ſo ſweetly.
The 'Squire knock'd, and call'd o'er and o'er,
Saying, Open to me, or I'll break the door.
For to break it open he then did begin,
At which the young Lady ſtrait let him in;
She ſaid Now be civil, I am a young maid,
And am, of all females, of men moſt afraid.
He ſaid, I'll not hurt thee; then did her embrace.
Having ſat awhile he quitted the place.
This ſweet Lady's beauty ſo charm'd,him we find,
That this noble' Squire could not reſt in his mind.
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