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Songs Compleat,
At last he swore, grown bolder,
He'd hire some common Shrew ;
For hey pish, hey fie, hey for a Boy,
Sing, shall I come Kiss thee now ?
In Loving Arms did fold her,
E'er Sneak, and Cringe, and Cry ;
With hey pish, hey fie, hey for a Boy,
Sing, shall I come Kiss thee now.
Convinc'd of her Coy folly,
And stubborn Female will ;
Poor Doll grew Melancholy,
The Grist went by her Mill :
I hope, she cry'd, you're wiser,
Then credit what I have said ;
Tho' I do cry nay fie, and pish, and prithee stand by,
That I am too young to Wed ;
Bring you the Church adviser,
And dress up the Bridal Bed ;
Then try, tho' I cry, fie and pish, and prithee stand by,
If I am too young to Wed.
A Song.
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