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He.⁠He cannot eat and he cannot sleep—
⁠(Hey, but his face is a sight for to see!)
Daily he goes for to wail—for to weep—
⁠(Hey, but he's wretched as a youth can be!)
She.⁠She's very thin and she's very pale—
⁠(Hey, but she sickens as the days go by!)
Daily she goes for to weep—for to wail—
⁠(Hey, but I think that little maid will die!)
Both.⁠⁠Now tell me pray, and tell me true.
⁠What in the world should the poor soul do?

She.⁠If I were the youth I should offer her my name—
⁠(Hey, but her face is a sight for to see!)
He.⁠If I were the maid I should feed his honest flame—
⁠(Hey, but he's bashful as a youth can be!)
She.⁠If I were the youth I should speak to her to-day—
⁠(Hey, but she sickens as the days go by!)
He.⁠If I were the maid I should meet the lad half way—
⁠(For I really do believe that timid youth will die!)
Both.⁠⁠I thank you much for your counsel true;
⁠I've learnt what that poor soul ought to do!