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To wipe his pretty nose. CCCCLXXV. Can you make me a cambric shirt, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; Without any seam or needlework? And you shall be a true lover of mine. Can you wash it in yonder well, Parsley, &c. Where never sprung water, nor rain ever fell? And you, &c. Can you dry it on yonder thorn, Parsley, &c. Which never bore blossom since Adam was born? And you, &c. Now you have ask'd me questions three, Parsley, &c. I hope you'll answer as many for me, And you, &c. Can you find me an acre of land, Parsley, &c. Between the salt water and the sea sand? And you, &c. Can you plough it with a ram's horn, Parsley, &c. And sow it all over with one pepper-corn? And you, &c. Can you reap it with a sickle of leather, Parsley, &c. And bind it up with a peacock's feather? And you, &c. When you have done and finish'd your work, Parsley, &c. Then come to me for your cambric shirt, And you, &c. CCCCLXXVI. Where have you been to-day, Billy, my son? Where have you been to-day, my only man! I've been a-wooing, mother; make my bed soon, For I'm sick at heart, and fain would lay down. What have you ate to-day, Billy, my son? What have you ate to-day, my only man? I've ate an eel-pie, mother; make my bed soon, For I'm sick at heart, and shall die before noon! CCCCLXXVII. I married my wife by the light of the moon, A tidy housewife, a tidy one; She never gets up until it is noon, And I hope she'll prove a tidy one. And when she gets up, she is slovenly laced, A tidy, &c. She takes up the poker to roll out the paste, And I hope, &c. She churns her butter in a boot, A tidy, &c. And instead of a churnstaff she puts in her foot, And I hope, &c. She lays her cheese on the scullery shelf, A tidy, &c. And she never turns it till it turns itself. And I hope, &c. CCCCLXXVIII. There was a little maid, and she was afraid, That her sweetheart would come unto her; So she went to bed, and cover'd up her head And fasten'd the door with a skewer. CCCCLXXIX. "Madam, I am come to court you, If your favour I can gain." "Ah, Ah!" said she, "you are a bold fellow, If I e'er see your face again!" "Madam, I have rings and diamonds, Madam, I have houses and land, Madam, I have a
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