(7) Theſe fourteen weeks and longer I've gone with child to thee; So ſtay at home dear Billy, be kind, and marry, me. If I would ſtay at home, my dear, another would take my place; O it would be a ſhame to me, besides, a fad diſgrace ; The King he is now wanting men and I for one muſt go best For my very life I dare not, I muſt not anſwer No. Well, I'll cut out my yellow hair, men's cloaths I will put on; And I will go along with you to be your waiting man; gold Like a true and faithful, ſervant, I on my love will wait, Neither en nor-danger will I fear, let it be ne'er ſo great Your waiſt it is too ſlender, your fingers are too ſmall, I fear you will not anſwer me when I do on you call;
