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THE FATHER HATH BEGUILED THE SON
And nothing could serue, His life to preserue,
but that which must kill his owne Sonne.
8 So once on a day,
When his sonne to make hay:
was gone a good mile from the house, Away the old man, Is gone to see Nan,
as briske as a body louse: And with a bold face, He told her his case,
and into what care he was runne, Unlesse that she, Would kindly agree,
to take him in stead of his sonne.
9 SHe mused in mind, Such greeting to find,
and thus vnto him shee said, Can such an old knaue, With one foot in the graue:
set loue on a young tender maid, That hardly sixteene Cold winters had seene,
sure such thing cannot be done: Nay more then all this You know what past is,
tvvixt me and your onely sonne.
10 Sweet Nan quoth hee, Ne're dally with me,
I loue thee as well as may be, And though I am old I haue siluer and gold
to keepe thee as braue as a Lady,