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I don’t understand what you mean, Sir,
I’ve ne’er been a slave yet to love;
Such ambers I seldom experienc'd,
therefore your affections remove,
To marry, then I can assure you,
is a thing that I can’t undergo,
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.
I pray, Sir, withdraw, and don't teaze me
I'll never consent unto thee;
I like to live single and easy,
till more of this world I see:
Lest care it should early embrace me,
beside that my fortune is lowl;
Until I grow rich. I'll not marry ——
said the pretty maid milking her cow.
To say you will wait for a fortune,
is a civil way to deny,
And I have got money and cattle,
dear love, all your wants to supply.
