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The maid ſhe gave her head a toſs,
reply'd with ſcornful air,
I wonder that you can to me,
your fruitleſs love declare;
For ſuitors great, in land eſtate.
have offer'd me their bride to be,
So you do come too late.
Then William hung his head with grief,
and ſaid poor girl, adieu,
I'll quit your charms for wars alarms,
and glory I‘ll purſue,
For love ſhall yield to Mars the field,
the fife and drum, invite to come,
I'll poiſe the ſpear and ſhield.
Then with a ſmile ſhe call'd him back,
and ſaid, dear William ſtay,
I did but jeſt to try your love,
ſo go not now away;
Then with a kiſs, he leal‘d his bliſs,
ſhe did agree his bride to be,
And nam'd the happy day,
Then to the church he went with ſweet content
the bells rang all with joy,
Their hands were join‘d in Hymen's bands,
their bleſs will never cloy:
For they love all day, at night toy and play,
who'll ſo happy be, as he and ſhe,
For their lives are always May.
