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OH! TO BE MARRIED, IF THIS BE
THE WAY.
SAYS Moll to her Miſtreſs, I long to be married.
For there is great danger in too long delay;
To ſee myſelf ſingle, my mind is uneaſy,
For manage is pleaſant, I hear people ſay:
Beſides, I am fifteen my days are a-waſting,
Therefore I'm afraid left my beauty decay:
The boys ſay they love me, in truth they’re not jeſting.
And oh? to be married if this be the way.
When I am inclos'd in the arms of my lover,
He yields me much pleaſure; I think I am bleſt;
He oftentimes kiſſes me over and over;
He oftentimes ſqueeſes me unto his breaſt!
He ſays that his love to me is increaſing,
Thoſe raptures of pleaſures ſhall never decay;
I think it's but folly my time to be waſting:
And oh! to be married if this be the way.
He call'd me his jewel, his joy. and his treaſure.
Without me there's nothing can yield him delight;
He’ll do his endeavor to keep me quite eaſy,
