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The more she grumbled the more I press’d her,
And I kiss’d her well by the light of the moon.
Then I lifted her by the hand,
While she gave a heavy sigh,
She cried, do not leave me, Johnny,
Do not leave me, or I will die.
For other maids they will despise me,
And say I play’d the wanton soon,
Do not leave me here a-pining,
Condoling my hard fate by the light of the moon.
When six long months was past and over,
Sally's waist began to swell,
For a long time she kept it secret,
O poor girl she durst not tell.
But when her father came to know it,
O sore he rag'd both morn and noon;
The reason you may plainly guess it,
Rearing the child by the light of the moon.
But it happened on a summer’s evening,
⟨I⟩ met her father all alone;
⟨H⟩e cried out O cruel Johnny,
You've left my (illegible text) all undone;
But if you promise to marry Sally,
While you both are in your bloom,
