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Yes!
You shall have a goose for dinner,
You shall have a darling, You shall have a nice young man
To take you up the garden.
But suppose this young man was to die
And leave this girl a widow ? The bells would ring, the cats would sing, So we'll all clap together.
—Frodingham and Nottinghamshire (Miss M. Peacock).
IX. Stepping up the green grass,
Thus, and thus, and thus; Will you let one of your fair maids
Come and play with us ? We will give you pots and pans,
We will give you brass, We will give you anything
For a pretty lass.
No! We won't take your pots and pans,
We won't take your brass, We won't take your anything
For a pretty lass.
Stepping up the green grass,
Thus, and thus, and thus; Will you let one of your fair maids
Come and play with us ? We will give you gold and silver,
We will give you pearl, We will give you anything
For a pretty girl.
Yes!
Come, my dearest [Mary], Come and play with usx |
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