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But first pull'd out a fine gay Purse,
  Well lin'd within, as she might see,
And cry'd, before it happens worse,
  Be wise, and take a Golden Fee.
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

Oh keep your Gold, reply'd the Maid,
  I will not take your golden Fee,
For well you hope to be repay'd,
  And greater Treasure take from me,
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

A thundering Oath then out he sent,
  That she should presently be dead;
For were his Heart not eas'd, he meant
  Point blank to shoot her thro' the Head.
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

Then making hast to seize her, went
  And laid the Fire-Arms at her Feet,
Whilst Clara seeing his Intent,
  Has no recourse to Aid, but Wit.
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

She feigns a Smile, and clinging close,
  Cry'd out, I've now your Courage try'd,
Y'have met no simple Country Mouse,
  My Dear, you shall be satisfied.
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

My Father takes me for a Saint,
  Tho' weary of my Maiden Geer,
That I may give you full Content,
  Pray look, Sir Knight, the Coast be clear.
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

Look out, and see who comes and goes,
  And you shall quickly have your Will;
For if my Father nothing knows,
  Then I shall be a Maiden still.
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.