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Then presently they did roll on the floor,
saying, O that I ne'er had been married.
The children did squall the dishes did fly,
the p'pkins did rattle like thunder,
By this time the neighbours broke open the door,
and strove for to part them asunder;
But she, like a scold, did make thus reply,
go hang you, you rogue, I'll fight till I die,
She up with her hand double, gave him a black eye,
saying, Blast you you rogue I'll be master.
THE BLUSH
On a primrose bank by a murmuring stream,
Pastore was singing and I was her theme;
Whilst charmed with her beauty behind a green bush,
I listened to hear the sweet tale with a blush.
Of all the young shepherds that pipe on the reed,
'Tis Damon alone I can fancy indeed,
I tell him I value him not of a rush;
Yet surely I love him or why do I blush.
When I went to the grove at the top of the bill
It was the last May I remember it still,
