3 I am not leſs than twenty weeks now gone with child to thee; He ſaid love, be contented, there's all that can be ſaid, And do not let my father'know, next Sunday we'll be wed. But mind how cruel fortune their ruin ſtrove to force, The old man ſtood in a corner, and heard their whole diſcourſe; Next day he call'd the chambermaid, likewise the youth his ſon, And with a ſmiling leering look, the tale he thus began. And ſaid, I will you both much joy, I hear you're to wed on Sunday, But prithee now be rul'd by me, and put it off till Monday: It will be but one day longer, with that he laugh'd outright; But ah! ſaid he, I'll part you both. for fear it be tonight. He paid the girl her wages, and home the girl was ſent, And he has him confined, in tears for to lament:
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