Blaeberry courtship, or, Allan's love to the farmer's daughter/I can't for I'm in haste

I can't for I'm in haste.

⟨AS⟩ cross the fields the other morn,
⁠I tripp’d so blithe and gay,
The squire with his dog and gun
⁠By chance came by that way.
Whither so fast sweet maid, he cried,
⁠And caught me round the waist,
Pray stop a while, dear sir, said I,
⁠I can’t for I’m in haste,
⁠I can’t for I'm in haste,
⁠I can’t for I’m in haste,
Pray stop a while, dear sir, said I,
⁠I can’t for I'm in haste.

You must not go as yet, cried he,
⁠For I have much to say;
Come, sit you down, and let us chat
⁠Upon this new mown hay.
I’ve lov’d you long, and oft have wish’d
⁠Those ruby lips to taste;
I'll have a kiss, well then, said I,
⁠Be quick, for I’m in haste.

Just as I spoke, I saw young Hedge
⁠Come thro’ a neighb’ring gate,
He caught my hand and cried, dear girl,
⁠I fear I've made you wait.

But here’s the ring, come let’s to church,
⁠The joys of love to taste;
I left the squire, and laughing cried,
⁠You see, sir, I’m in haste.

FINIS.