CCCCXLI.

Willy, Willy Wilkin, Kissed the maids a-milking, Fa, la, la! And with his merry daffing, He set them all a laughing. Ha, ha, ha!

CCCCXLII.

It's once I courted as pretty a lass, As ever your eyes did see; But now she's come to such a pass, She never will do for me. She invited me to her own house, Where oft I'd been before, And she tumbled me into the hog-tub, And I'll never go there any more.

CCCCXLIII.

Sylvia, sweet as morning air, Do not drive me to despair: Long have I sighed in vain, Now I am come again, Will you be mine or no, no-a-no,-- Will you be mine or no?

Simon pray leave off your suit, For of your courting you'll reap no fruit, I would rather give a crown Than be married to a clown; Go for a booby, go, no-a-no,-- Go, for a booby, go.

CCCCXLIV.

What care I how black I be, Twenty pounds will marry me; If twenty won't, forty shall, I am my mother's bouncing girl!