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Pert Sue I'll aſure you got hold of my Boy,
the Vixen wonld ſain be his bride;
A token ſhe'd have, either ribband or toy,
and ſwore that he'd not be deny d.
A top-knot he bought me, and garters of green,
the wench was contounded and flung:
I hate her ſo much, that with anger and spleen,
that I wou'd, I wou'd, &c.
He whiſper'd ſuch ſoft pretty things in my ear,
he premis'd, he flatter'd, ke ſwore,
Such trinkets he bought me, ſuch ribbans & geer,
that truſt me, my pockets run o'er:
Some ballads he bought m-, the beft he could find,
and ſweetly the burthen he ſang :
Faith he's ſo witty, ſo I me and kind
that I wou'd, I wou'd, &c.
The ſun was juſt ſetting, 'twas time to retire,
our cottage was diſtant a mile,
I turn'd to be gone, Roger bow'd like a 'ſquire,
and banded me over the ſtile.
His arms he threw round me, love laugh'd in his eye,
he led me the meadow along,
He hugg'd me cloſe, that I owa'd with a ſigh,
that I wou'd, I wou'd, &c.
CLEAN PATERNAL SEAT.
TO hug yourself in perfect ease,
What would you wish for more than these?
A healthy, clean, paternal seat,
Wel chaded from the summer heat.
