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Come write me down, ye powers above,
The man that first created love.
For I've a diamond in my eye,
Where all my joys and comforts lie,
Where all my joys and comforts lie.
I
will give you gold, I will give you
pearl,
If you can fancy me, my girl.
Rich costly robes that you shall
wear
If you can fancy me, my dear . .
.
It's not your gold shall me entice
To leave off pleasures to be a wife.
For I don't mean or intend at all
To be at any young man's call . .
.
Then go your way, you scornful dame,
Since you've proved false, I'll prove
the same.
For I don't care, but I shall find
Some other fair maid to my mind .
. .
Oh, stay, young man, don't be in
haste,
You seem afraid your time will waste.
Let reason rule your roving mind
And unto you I will prove kind .
. .
So to church they went the very
next day,
And were married by asking, as I've
heard say.
So now that girl she is his wife,
She'll prove his comforts day and
night,
She will prove his comforts day and
night.
So now his trouble and sorrow
is past,
His joy and comfort has come at last.
That girl to him always said nay;
She'll prove his comforts night and
day
She will prove his comforts night
and day.
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