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So I pluck’d up a spirit, and I question’d the maiden,
If ever she thought it would come to a wedding,
But she laugh’d in my face and she call’d me a ninny,
Have thee says proud Margery, no not for a guinea
Fal lal, &c
Now I could’nt tell what the dickens could ail her,
Says I to myself I’ll go list for a sailor,
So I got the school-master to pen me a letter,
Saying, Fare thee well, Madge, since thou canst love me better,
Fal lal, &c
Now Madge she began for to whimper and roar,
And said she was afraid that she’d ne’er see me more,
And said if at home with her I should stay,
She would be my bride, ay the very next day,
Fal lal, &c.
I was pleased to the heart to think Madge had consent
And to the kirk the next morn we both walk’d with content,
