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Take pity, and grant my desire:
and leave me no longer in woe!
Come love me or else I'll expire,
you pretty Maid milking your Cow.
I don't understand what you mean. Sir;
I've neer been a slave yo to love;
Such amours I seldom experienc d,
therefore your affections remove.
To tarry, then. I can assure you,
is a thing that I can't under go;
Therefore, young man pray excuse me,
said the pretty Maid milking her Cow.
No young man could excuse you,
or it would be against his own will;
To pen your perfection in beauty.
some volumes I'm sure it would fill.
I would patiently wait for an answer,
my destiny pray let me know;
Your consent, till death be the ransom,
you pretty Maid milking your Cow.
pray, Sir, withdraw and don't teaze me!
I'll never consent unto thee:
⟨I⟩ like to live ⟨single⟩ and easy,
till more of the world I see;
