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From ſeeing her daily he could not reſtrain
And by often coming her love did obtain.
She promis'd him faithfully to be his bride,
For which ſolemnizing they both did provide.

The night before hand with this Lady he lay,
And went, proteſting to come the next day.
Next morning ſhe look'd for the 'Squire to come,
But he was confined to ſtay at home.

A fever that night the young ' squire had ſeiz'd
And becauſe he came not ſhe was diſpleas'd;
Crying, This will make my father's words true,
My honour is ſtain'd and what ſhall I do !

Becauſe he has diſappointed me now,
If he comes to-morrow I'll not have him, I vow.
When able to ſit up the young 'Squire came,
And the cauſe of his tarrying he told her the ſame.

He ſaid, Love, to-morrow I'll make you a bride.
Sir, for my oath's ſake I'll not have you ſhe cry'd,
My honour is ſtained, which brings me ſhame,
No one but myſelf for this can I blame.

He ſaid, Let us matry, to prevent all ſtrife.
Her anſwer was, No, I will not be your wife.
Tho' not join'd in wedlock, this young ' squire he
came three nimes a week this Lady to ſee.

As her time drew nigh for to lie down,
He got her a lodging near to the town ,
when the time was expired ſhe had a ſon,
The 'Squire was pleas'd it was over and done.

Before the Lady began to ſit up,
He preſented the child with a golden cup,
On which was his name and coat of a arms at large,
of this cup he gave the boy's mother a charge:

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