Shall I? shall I? No, No.
A wanton Lad and comely Lass
did once together meet;
Tho she seemd coy her heart he won
with Complements most sweet.
Tune of, The doubting Virgin.
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PRetty Betty now come to me,
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thou hast set my Heart on fire,
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Thy denyal will undo me,
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grant me then what I desire:
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Prithee try me, dont deny me
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lest it prove my overthrow,
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Never dally, shall I? shall I?
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still she answered, no, no, no.
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In the Fields they went a walking,
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he this Maid did sweetly court,
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But the subject of his talking
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tended still to Venus sport:
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He persuaded, she delayd it,
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and would not be deluded so;
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Come lets dally, shall I? shall I?
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but she answered No no no.
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He bestowd on her sweet kisses,
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hoping thereby to obtain
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And to tast true Lovers blisses,
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Which he long time sought in vain
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With sighs, & sobs, & deadly throbs,
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he strove the Damzels mind to know
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Come lets dally, shall I? shall I?
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still she answered No no no.
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To the Tavern then he took her,
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feasting her with costly Wine;
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In the Face did often look her,
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swearing that she was divine:
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She told the Youth it was untruth,
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I would not have you flatter so:
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Come lets dally, shall I? shall I?
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but she answered No no no.
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With fair Words he did intreat her
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to him for to condescend;
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As his passion waxed greater
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he her Beauty did commend:
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She denied it and defyd it,
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vowing it should ner be so:
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Come lets dally, shall I? shall I?
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but she answered No no no.
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Thus he spent his time in Wooing
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but found no encouragement,
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His fingers itchd for to be doing,
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and she perceived his intent;
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She still at tryal gave denyal;
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but Maidens often times do so:
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Come lets dally, shall I? shall I?
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but she answered No no no.
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He continued still to wooe her,
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but she made him this Reply:
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That his aim was to undo her,
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and would know his reason why.
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He protested that she jested,
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his design was nothing so;
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Come lets dally, shall I? shall I?
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but she answered No no no.
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But on hopes the Youngster builded,
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hoping she at last would yield;
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And at length the Damzel yielded,
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with his Charms he won the field:
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In the shade down her he layed,
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he himself lay smiling by;
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Come lets dally, shall I? shall I?
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then she answered Ay, ay, ay.
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Then they fell to sweet imbraces,
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Lovers you know what I mean,
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So close did joyn their blushing faces
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you could not put a straw between,
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In amorous chains there he remains
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till he for breath did panting lye;
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Come lets dally, shall I? shall I?
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then she answered Ay ay ay.
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She who stoutly first denyd him,
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by his Complements was won;
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And she vowd when she had tryd him
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that the job was neatly done.
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Maids beware, and have a care
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of flattering youths, who oft do try,
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And will dally Shall I? shall I?
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till you cry out Ay ay ay.
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