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'TWas when the Sheep were Shearing,
And under the Barly Mow;
Dick gave to Doll a Fairing,
As she had milk'd her Cow:
Quoth he, I fain wou'd Wed thee,
And tho' I cannot Wooe;
I've Hey Pish, Hey Cock, Hey, and hey for a Boy;
Sing, shall I come Kiss thee now,
Sing, ah! shall I come, shall I come Kiss thee now?
I long Sweet-heart to Bed thee,
And merrily Buckle too,
With Hey Pish, Hey Cock, Hey, and hey for a Boy;
Sing, shall I come Kiss thee now,
Sing ah! shall I come, shall I come Kiss thee now?
Doll seem'd not to regard him,
As if she did not care;
Yet Simper'd when she heard him,
Like any Miller's Mare:
And cunningly to prove him,
And Value her Maiden-head,
Cry'd fie, nay Pish, nay fie, and prithee stand by,
For I am too young to Wed;
She said, she ne'er cou'd Love him,
Nor any Man close in Bed;
Then fie Pish, fie, nay Pish, nay prithee stand by,
For I am too young to Wed.
Like one that's struck with Thunder,
Stood Dickey to hear her talk;
All hopes to get her under,
This sad resolve did baulk:
