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The witless Knight peeps o'er the Hedge,
  As one well pleas'd with what he heard,
Whilst she does both the Pistols snatch,
  And boldly stood upon her Guard.
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

Keep off, keep off, Sir Fool, she cry'd,
  And from this Spot of Ground retire,
For if one Yard to me you stride,
  By my sav'd Maiden-head I fire.
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

My Father once a Soldier was,
  And Maids from Ravishers would free,
His Daughter too, in such a Case,
  Can shoot a Gun as well as he.
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

For Soveraign too, when Foe invades,
  Can on Occasion bravely kill,
Not shoot, like you, at harmless Maids,
  That wont obey your Savage Will.
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

Who when the good old Man, whose Cheer
  Shew'd welcome, tho' of little cost,
A Rape thought on his Daughter dear,
  Most grateful way to pay your Host.
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

Go home, ye Fop, where Game's not dear,
  And for half Crown a Doxey get,
But seek no more a Partridge here,
  You could not keep, tho' in your Net.
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.

At this the Knight look'd like a Mome,
  He sues and vows, but vain was all,
She soon convey'd the Trophies home,
  And hung up in her Father's Hall.
          'Twas in the flowry Spring, &c.