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If any of you chance to feare
That I am to young,—pray look you here;
Few maids can show you so much [haire]
Thick and long, thick and long, thick and long,
Few maids can shew you so much faivour.

Faine would I goe both up and downe, up and downe, up and downe,
No child is fonder of the Gig
Than I to dance a merry jig;
Faine would I try how I could [fig]
Up and downe, up and downe, up and downe,
Faine would I try how I could caper.

Come let us do then, you know what, you know what, you know what,
Why should not I endure the brunt
As well as other maids have don’t?
I’m sure I have as good a [cunt],
You know what, you know what, you know what,
[I’m sure I] have as good a courage.

Sweet, if you love me then agen, then agen, then agen,
Had ever maiden that good luck
For to incounter the first pluck?
O ’twould invite a maid to [fuck]
Then agen, then agen, then agen,
O ’twould invite a maid to mary.