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If I should meet a bonny lass,
that's merry, blythe and gay,
And on her set my fancy,
what would my Nancy say?
What would I say dear Willy,
but I would love her too,
It's I would step aside, my dear,
till she would pleasure you.
Why, say you so, dear Nancy!
you now do gain my heart;
Come, let us now be married,
before that we do part.
This couple now are married,
and sailing o'er the main,
All goodness may attend them,
till they return again.
TOGETHER LET US RANGE.
Together let us range the fields,
Impearl’d with the morning dew,
Or view the fruit the vineyard yields,
Or the apples clustering bough.
There in close embowered shades,
Impervious to the noontide ray,
By tinkling rills—or rosy beds,
We'll love the sultry hours away.
FINIS.
