THE
Captains Courtship
TO A
TOWN MISS.
Being lately Sung in the Play, call'd, Don Quixot.
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Captain.
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DEar Pickninny,
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If half a Guinny
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To Lvoe will win ye
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lay it here down:
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We must be thrifty,
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'Twill serve to shift ye,
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And I know fifty
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Will do't for a Crown.
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Duns comes so boldly,
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And Money so slowly,
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That by all things holy
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'Tis all I can say:
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Yet I am so wrapt in,
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The Snares that i'm trapt in
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As i'm a true Captain,
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It's more than my Pay.
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Miss.
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Good Captain Thunder,
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Go mind your Plunder;
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Odzooks! I wonder
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You dare be so bold.
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Thus to be making
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A Treaty so sneaking,
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Or dream of the taking
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My Fort without Gold
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Other Town Misses
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May gape at half Pieces;
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But who me possesses
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A Guinny shall pay.
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To all poor Rogues is Buff
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Thus, thus, I strut and huff;
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So Captain Kick and Cuff,
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March on your way.
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Captain.
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Come, come, leave slighting
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And take delight in
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One that loves Fighting,
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Yet you does love more.
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Do but once try me,
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You'll nere more deny me,
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Then prithee lye be me
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Thou little dam'd W----
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Here my dear Hunny,
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Nere refuse Money
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Thou'rt brisk and bonny,
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And lives by thy Trade:
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It's but a folly,
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To stand shilly shally,
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For i'le no more dally
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With thee like a Maid.
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Miss.
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As for my Ware Sir,
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You must forbear Sir,
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And come not there Sir,
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Although you scold;
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'Tis not your huffing,
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Nor yet your puffing,
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Nor kick and cuffing
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Shall do without Gold.
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I'le not deceive ye,
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Therefore believe me,
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you must now ygive me
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A Guinny or more.
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Without the yellow,
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You are no fellow,
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And if you bellow
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Sir, there is the Door.
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