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On him she her crutches did lay
and cry'd, You have ruin'd my Girl,
By getting her dear maidenhead,
'tis true you can no ways deny,
Therefore I advise you to wed,
and make her as honest as I.
Then what will you give me? quoth Hodge,
if I take your Daughter by hand!
Will you make me the heir of yonr lodge?
your houses, your money, and land,
With all your barns and ploughs,
your cattle and money also?
If so, I will make her my spouse,
speak up Are you willing or no.
Then Goody took Hodge by the hand,
let it be for to have and to hold;
I will make you the heir of my land,
my houses, my silver, and gold.
Make her but your honoured wife.
and you shall be Lord of my store,
Whene'er I surrender my life,
in case it were forty times more.
