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He.He cannot eat and he cannot sleep—
(Hey, but his face is a sight for to see!)
Daily he goes for to wail—for to weep—
(Hey, but he's wretched as a youth can be!)
She.She's very thin and she's very pale—
(Hey, but she sickens as the days go by!)
Daily she goes for to weep—for to wail—
(Hey, but I think that little maid will die!)
Both.Now tell me pray, and tell me true.
What in the world should the poor soul do?

She.If I were the youth I should offer her my name—
(Hey, but her face is a sight for to see!)
He.If I were the maid I should feed his honest flame—
(Hey, but he's bashful as a youth can be!)
She.If I were the youth I should speak to her to-day—
(Hey, but she sickens as the days go by!)
He.If I were the maid I should meet the lad half way—
(For I really do believe that timid youth will die!)
Both.I thank you much for your counsel true;
I've learnt what that poor soul ought to do!