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At last he swore, grown bolder,
  He'd hire some common Shrew;
For hey pish, hey fie, hey for a Boy,
  Sing, shall I come Kiss thee now?
In Loving Arms did fold her,
  E'er Sneak, and Cringe, and Cry;
With hey pish, hey fie, hey for a Boy,
  Sing, shall I come Kiss thee now.

Convinc'd of her Coy folly,
  And stubborn Female will;
Poor Doll grew Melancholy,
  The Grist went by her Mill:
I hope, she cry'd, you're wiser,
  Then credit what I have said;
Tho' I do cry nay fie, and pish, and prithee stand by,
  That I am too young to Wed;
Bring you the Church adviser,
  And dress up the Bridal Bed;
Then try, tho' I cry, fie and pish, and prithee stand by,
  If I am too young to Wed.


A Song.

[Music ]