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For I will not go to your bed,
Till you answer me questions four;
Questions four you must tell me,
And that is twa and twa';
Or I will not lie in your bed,
Neither at stock nor wa'.
You must get me some winter fruit,
That in December grew;
And I must have a silken mantle,
That waft was ne'er ca'd through;
What bird sings first? what wood buds first?
What dew does on them fa'?
And then I'll lie in your bed,
Either at stock or wa'.
My father has winter fruit,
That in December grew;
My mother has a silken mantle,
That waft was ne'er ca'd through;
The cock crows, ciders buds first,
The dew does on them fa':
So we shall both lie in ae bed,
And thou's lie next the wa'.
Hold away from me, kind sir,
And do not me perplex;
For I'll not lie in your bed,
Till you answer questions six;
Questions six you must answer me,
