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When men and beaſts the ocean plow,
and fiſhes in green fields are feeding,
When cockle ſhells in the ſtreets do grow,
& ſwarms upon dry banks are breeding,
When muſle ſhells for diamond rings,
and glaſs to gold may be compared,
When gold is made of grey gooſe wings,
O then my love and I'll be married.
When women know not how to ſcold,
& Dutchmen leave off drinking brandy,
When cats do bark, and dogs do mew,
and brimſtone's ta'en for ſugar candy.
When Whitſuntide it does fall
all in the month of January,
When Coblers work without an awl,
O then my love and I'll be married.
When candleſticks do ſerve for bells,
and frying-pans do ſerve for ladles,
And in the ſea they dig for wells,
and porrage-pots do ſerve for cradles:
When all maids prove true to their loves,
and a man on his back an ox can carry,
And when the mice with the cat do play,
O then my love and I'll be married.
BETSY TAYLOR'S Lamentation.
IN Highgate as I now do tell,
