The Hasty Wedding;
OR,
Williams Patience Rewarded.
With the consent of Pretty NANCY.
To the Tune of, The Man of Fashion, or, The Doubting Virgin.
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SItting with my Dearest Dear,
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by a Little purling Spring,
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In the pleasant time oth year,
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when the little Birds do sing,
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Straight I was resolvd to move her,
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for to know how she inclind,
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And to tell her that I lovd her,
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and desire to know her mind.
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Then quoth I, my prety Nancy,
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well thou knowst thou hast my heart;
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Thou alone art she I fancy,
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and can only cure my smart:
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Tell me then my pretty fair one,
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when you mean to change your life,
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Tell me quickly then my Dear one,
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when you will be Willys Wife.
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Truly William then quoth Nancy,
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men they say are grown so strange,
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Every one theyl swear they fancy,
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so they may perhaps for change:
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You may freely say your pleasure,
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I can hear without distast,
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Marriage should be done with leisure,
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and Im sure Im not in hast.
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W[i]ll you be a peevish creature,
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and deny your self a cure,
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Who could teach you such ill nature,
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not your Mother I am sure:
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She was scarce arrivd at fourteen,
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when she lost a single life,
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And was pleasd so well with courting
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that she soon became a wife.
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This I know is her confession,
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but Ive heard her oft to pray,
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That I might have more discretion,
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and to wait a longer day:
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Therefore I do tell you fairly,
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some years more I mean to wast,
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Tho indeed I love you dearly,
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yet I am not so much in haste.
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Well quoth he have, you consented,
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gave me hope, though very cold,
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If you have not again repented,
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I shall have you when your old:
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I have patience and you know it,
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still to wait on you whilst life,
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And will never think much to do it,
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if that you will be my wife.
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Now quoth she, im sure you love me,
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since you are content to stay,
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And your patience does so move me,
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I will marry you this day:
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Now I see you love me dearly,
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we no longer time will wast,
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And I do declare it clearly,
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that I am as much in hast.
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Hand in hand these Lovers walked,
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many a kiss she did exchange,
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Many a vow pass as they talked
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that their hearts should never range
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To te Church he did conduct her,
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whhre the Priest did end the strife,
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And so well he did instruct her,
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she that day was Williams Wife
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