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8 Young Colin declares for a husband I'm fit, So he courts me from morning to night, He talks of the parson the church and the ring, In praise too of conjugal chat; On the charms of my person displays all his wit And I own that it gives me delight, O this wedlock must sure be an excellent thing, But I must not get laughing at that. At length to his wishes were I to comply, As at length I seem to incline. But if on his promises I may rely, Not to check the good humour of thiue; To church wirh young Coliu I'll soon trip awaw And answer all questions quite pat, When I come to the critical word called Obey, Is, if I should get lauging at that, FINIS.