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Come fill the creel, come fill it well,
ſee that it lake no berries,
For a man that loves hiſ miſtreſs well,
he will her always cheriſh.
Some people ſay that I am rude,
and in me there's no wiſdom;
But believe me now, I'll tell you true,
I'll be a loving husband.
Our Clergymen and Lawyers,
they ſpeak for gain and treaſure;
The man that loves his misſtreſs well,
will wait upon her leiſure.
I'll come to night when the moon ſhines bright,
becauſe thou art my deary:
A' man that loves his mistreſs well
no travel makes him weary.
Down in yon garden there are bees,
ſand below their hive there’s honey,
The man that loves his miſtreſs well,
he values not her money.
I know thy friends are nſing means,
on purpoſe to diſſuade you,
Thinking to get a better match,
but fortune may beguile you.
Why doſt thou think my pretty pink,
but I can live without thee;
Now ſince it be I’ll let you ſee,
that you may look about ye.
