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.
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