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ANONYMOUS
Whig and whey whilst thou lust,
And bramble-berries, Pie-lid and pastry-crust,
Pears, plums, and cherries. Xhy raiment shall be thin, Made of a weevil'b skin Yet all 's not worth a pin!
Phillada flouts me.
��In the last month of May
I made her posies; I heard her often say
That she loved roses. Cowslips and gillyflowers
And the white lily I brought to deck the bowers
For my sweet Philly. But she did all disdain, And threw them back again ; Therefore 'tis flat and plain
Phillada flouts me.
��Fair maiden, have a care,
And in time take me, I can have those as fair
If you forsake me: For Doll the dairy-maid
Laugh'd at me lately, And wanton Winifred
Favours be greatly.
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