Willy and Molly:
OR,
A Match to go a Maying
Billy and Molly together must go,
To View the green fields, as Lovers you know,
Delight by themselves, their minds to relate,
So thinking to mend their Love-wounded state.
To the Tune of, I am a Maid, and a very good Maid.
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SAys Billy to Molly,
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together let's go,
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We must go a Maying,
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young people do so:
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But while we do walk,
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am cleerly afraid,
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Thou'lt try me if
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I am a very good maid.
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No Molly, don't fear,
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I do not thee take,
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To be one that a breach
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of Commandements make:
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Though you may remember
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the words I have said,
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I'm certain her Husband
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Ne'r found her a maid.
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'Tis often my Billy,
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men meet with deceit,
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And think they've a Maid,
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when it is a meer Cheat:
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For one I do know,
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by fair words was betraid,
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I'm certain her Husband
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Ne'r found her a maid.
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Dear molly, my meaning,
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do thou not mis-conster,
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Think me not so rude,
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or so much like a Monster,
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That when this Tryal,
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I do thee perswade,
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I'le reckon thee less
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Then a very good maid.
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But now for my self,
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I do freely protest,
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What ever I did,
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it was all but in jest:
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Yet kisses and such tricks,
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Have often been play'd,
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But I am a Maid,
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and a very good maid.
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Well molly, to morrow,
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we'l go to the Fair,
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'le give thee a Treat,
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and when we are there,
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We'l have a cloose Room,
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and i'le venture the Trade,
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And be what thou wilt,
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I'le take thee for a maid.
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No, Billy, I fear that
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when thou hast done,
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And certain thou art,
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thou my favour hast won:
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Thou'lt leave me, and then
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I am sorely afraid,
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I shall be accounted
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No very good maid.
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Come molly ne'r fear,
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for I'le venture at all,
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I will have a bout,
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thou it cost me a fall:
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Oh Billy, forbear,
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for I am afraid,
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You'l after to morrow,
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Ne'r see me a maid.
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Well Billy, i'le venture,
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and be sure you do mind;
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The promise you make,
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that to me you'l be kind:
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To you my whole heart
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I open have laid;
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You shall try if I am not
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A very good maid.
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My Molly but when
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we do come to this Tryal,
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Be sure you submit,
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without a denial:
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When like mars and Venus,
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a while we have play'd;
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I'm sure I shall leave thee,
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No very good maid.
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But Billy, my Billy,
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you know very well;
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This may perhaps
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make my Belly to swell:
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Which sure will discover,
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the Tricks we have play'd,
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Then I shall be counted
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A Whore, and no maid.
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No, rather ther[e]fo,
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I will tell you my mind,
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That you give no account
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as soon as you find
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My labour's no lost,
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but there's proof of the Trade,
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I'le marry thee, then
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They won't count thee a maid
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