The Dumb Lady; Or,
NO, no, not I; Ile Answer.
To the Tune of, the Doubtful Virgin, or the new Borey, or Will you be a Man of Fashion.
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UNderneath a little Mountain
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where I usd my self to walk,
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By a pretty pleasant Fountain
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there I heard two Lovers talk
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Hah! said he my only Jewel,
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would you have your Lover dye,
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Can you be so fare and cruel
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no indeed quoth she not I,
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Why my dear my pretty Nancy,
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will you then torment my mind?
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If poor Willy you can fancy
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shew your self to him more kind.
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Or if you design my Ruine,
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I am willing for to dye
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But be short in my undoing
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Still she answered no not I.
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Why then pray will you torment me
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and take pleasure in my smart,
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When a kind look will content me
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will you frown to break my Heart,
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If it be my Nanny's Pleasure
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on my Sword Ile freely die,
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Give the word my only Treasure
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Still she answered no not I.
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Bid me live and ile endeavour,
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every way to gain your Love
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If this be to great a Favor,
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bid me from your eyes remove
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Deal with me as with a Creature
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as you please shall live or die
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Are you Mistress of ill Nature,
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Still she answered no not I.
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This indeed was more tontenting,
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than what ere before she gave
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Tho it was not full consenting
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it encouragd her Flame.
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Should I tempt to kiss my fair one
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would you say dispair and die,
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Say my Love my only dear one
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Still she answered no not I.
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Then he laid his Arms, about her
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she the Posture did Approve,
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He resolvd no more to doubt her
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and by progress of his Love
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Gaind such conquest streight upon her
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that at last they swain cry
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Will you yield the Fort of Honour
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Still she answered no not I.
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But their was so little distance
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and so yielding a defence
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That he found all her resistance
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was but only complesence,
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Now said he you must surrender
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if I force you will cry?
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All she said so: to defend her
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Was indeed my dear not I.
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Hard it was at the first Sally
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for to say which side would bear,
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Tho poor Willey oft did Rally
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he as often did retreat:
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But what most deservd my wonder
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Willey he for all his Art,
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Tho he kept poor Nanny under
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was the first desir'd to part.
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