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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.
