Roger of the Vale.
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YOung Roger of the Vale,
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One Morning very soon,
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Put on his best Apparel,
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new Hose, and clouted shoon,
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And a wooing he would go,
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to bonny bouncing Nell.
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Adzooks cries he, canst fancy me,
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I like thy Person well.
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I rose up soon this Morning,
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it being Holiday;
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I dressd my Horses ready,
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and gave them Corn and Hay,
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And I am come a wooing,
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what sayst thou bonny Nell,
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My Dear said he, canst fancy me,
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I like thy Person well.
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I thank thee for thy Love,
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the Damsel then replyd,
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But I am not so hasty
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to be a Plowmans Bride,
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Because I am in Hopes
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to have a Farmers Son.
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If it be so, quoth Hodge, Ill go,
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farewell, then I have done,
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Go take your Farmers Son,
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with all my honest Heart,
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Altho my Name is Roger,
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that goes to Plow and Cart;
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I need not travel far,
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but I may have a Wife,
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Theres buxom Joan, it is well known,
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she loves me as her Life.
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As he was going forth,
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she answerd with a Smile,
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Methinks youre very crusty,
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come sit you down a-while,
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And let us have a Chat.
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In Truth said Hodge, not I:
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Think I can stay here all the Day,
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I have other Fish to fry.
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The Damsel then replied,
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cant I please you as well?
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As Joan, who has not one Penny,
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and I am bonny Nell;
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I have fifty Shillings just.
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The Money made him smile;
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He pulld his Chair, and said my Dear,
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Ill set me down awhile.
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In half an hours Space
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they both a Bargain struck,
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Says Roger with this Money,
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I hope to have good Luck,
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For I have fifty more,
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with which a Cow well buy,
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Sweet buxome Nell, we shall do well,
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and who but you and I.
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