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If you are the Lass of Ocram,
as I take you not to be,
You must mention the three tokens
which pass’d between you and me.
Don’t you remember Lord Gregory,
one night on my father's hill.
You and I swap’d my linen fine,
it was fair against my will:
For mine was of the holland fine,
and yours but coarse cloth.
For mine cost a guinea a yard,
and yours but five groats.
If you are the Lass of Ocram,
as l take you not to be,
You must mention the second token,
that past between you and me.
Don’t you remember, Lord Gregory,
one night in my father’s park,
We flapped our two golden rings,
it was all in the dark:
For mine was of the beaten gold,
and yours was of block tin.
And mine was true love without,
and yours ail false within.
If you are the Lass of Ocram,
as I take you not to be.
You must mention the third token,
which past between you and me.
