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Bom. This courtly Knight, when Fields were green,
Dop. And Sol did genial Warmth inspire,
Com. A Farmer's Daughter late had seen,
         Whose Face had set his Heart on Fire,
             'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

Dop. Oft to her Father's House he came,
Bom. And kindly was receiv'd there still,
Dop. The more be added to his Shame,
         Since only 'twas to gain his Will.
             'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

One Evening then amongst the rest
  He came to visit the good Man,
But needs must know where Clara was,
  And heard she was a milking gone.
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

Then call'd he for his pamper'd Steed,
  With Pistols at his Sadle Bow,
And to the Meadow rode with Speed,
  Where she was milking of her Cow.
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

Her pretty Hands that stroak'd the Teats,
  From whence the Milk down streaming came,
Inform'd his Thoughts of other Sweets,
  That more encreas'd his raging Flame.
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

Then off he lights, and tyes his Horse,
  And swore she must his Pain remove,
If not by fair Means, yet by Force,
  Since he was dying for her Love,
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

The pearly Tears now trickling fall,
  That from her bashful Eyes do flow,
But that he heeded not at all,
  But does her strait his Pistols shew.
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.