A Weeks Loving, Wooing, and Wedding:
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Happy is that Wooing that is not long a Dooing.
Here was a nimble Bridegroom, and a Bride,
In Eight short days the long fast Knot was ty'd.
To the Tune of Billy and Molly. Licensed according to Order.
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ON Sunday Johnny went to Church
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so spruce, and neat, and finey,
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Cupid lay for John at lurch,
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and shew'd him pretty Jinny,
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Johnny was shot to the heart,
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and prov'd a zealous Lover,
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That Jenny she might cure his smart,
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he was resolved to move her.
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Johnny was a stiching Blade,
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but he could not work a Monday;
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Jinny lov'd the stitching Trade,
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And minded John a Sunday:
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He to her did make Address,
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but she receiv'd it shiely,
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The loving truth he did confess,
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but Jinny she was wily.
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Tuesday came, and Johnny then
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profest to her profoundly,
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He lov'd her more than any Man,
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and spoke his Passion roundly;
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Jinny she did love to spin,
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as pretty Maids do often,
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She fancy'd John could put it in,
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and that did Jinny soften.
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On Wednesday then the Lovers met,
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and Johnny prest her home to't;
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He said his Love was on her set,
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but she said nought but mum to't:
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Jinny was a coming Lass,
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her Silence was consenting,
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When John had brought it to that pass,
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he then fell to presenting.
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On Thursday then he brought her store,
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what Maid could have forsook 'em?
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Of Ribbons, Gloves, with sundry more,
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and she said No, and took'em:
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Johnny was a Lover free,
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tho' bound in Jinny's Fetters,
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Jinny lov'd as well as he,
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tho' she might a had his Betters.
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On Friday Johnny ask't her what
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she had to say against it;
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She said there was two words to that,
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for fear she shou'd repent it:
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But John she did her so perswade,
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that she gave no denial,
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But said she should be her own Blade,
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and put it to the Trial.
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On Saturday there ne'er was seen
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such Billing, and such Cooing;
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Jinny and her John between,
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such Kissing and such Wooing.
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Thus both agreed in Love to speed,
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concluded on the Morrow,
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That they would Wed, and so to Bed,
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and sport away all Sorrow.
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On Sunday they to Church did goe,
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where Love first had beginning,
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The Parson he made one of the two,
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so the Business had an ending:
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John and Jinny marry'd were,
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O! merry night of Sunday!
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Pretty Maids do not Despair,
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'twill be your own case one day.
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