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T'would been our ruin, and ſad undoing,
if thou had took her, I'm bold to ſay:
Come love and treaſure bring joy and pleasure,
I'm glad you've married a Lady gay.
With that the jolly Farmer told her,
this Lady ſprung from the painful plow,
Although, ſaid he, in (illegible text)k you behold her,
then what can you ſay againſt her now?
Pray cauſe do fraction, nor make diſtraction,
but love them both as they can agree;
And do not harm her, for I'm a Farmer,
and have no child in the world, but ſhe.
That very minute, upon the table,
out of his bag he was pleas'd to pour
Two hundred guineas, and ſaid, I'm able
to give my Daughter as many more.
This pleas'd his Mother, above all other,
who ſaid, I'm glad the knot is ty'd;
When firſt he fought her, I never thought her
to be ſo beautiful a Bride.
Then there was nothing but joy between them,
the muſic play'd a moſt pleaſant ſound!
You would have laughed if you had ſeen them,
the old wife trotted the Cheſhire round.
The Farmer's treaſure brought peace and pleaſure,
all grief and ſorrow bid adieu:
His Mother kiſs'd her, and often bleſ'd her.
You ſee what ſilver and gold can do.
FINIS.
