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Tom and Doll
When the kine had given a pailful
And the sheep came bleating home,
Dolly knew it would be healthful,
So went walking with young Tom.
Hand in hand, sir,
O'er the land, sir,
As they walked to and fro,
Tom made jolly love to Dolly
But was answered, "No, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."
"Faith," says Tom, "The time is fitting;
We shall never get the like.
You can never get from knitting,
Whilst I'm digging at the dike.
Now we're gone, too, and alone, too,
No one by to see or know.
Come, come, Dolly, prithee, shall I?"
Still she answered, "No, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,"
To a tavern then he took her -
Wine's a friend of love confest.
By the hand he often shook her
And drank brimmers to the best.
Doll grew warm and thought no harm,
'Til after a brisk pint or two,
To what he said the silly maid
Could hardly speak out, "No, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
She swore he was the prettiest fellow
In the country or the town
And began to grow so mellow,
On the couch he laid her down.
Tom came to her for to woo her,
Thinking this the time to try.
Something passed, so kind, at last,
"No" was changed to, "Aye, aye, aye,
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye."
Closely then they joined their faces,
Lovers, you know what I mean.
Nor could she hinder his embraces -
Love was now too far got in.
Both were lying, panting, dying -
Calm succeeds the stormy Joy.
Tom would fain renew't again
And she consented, "Aye, aye, aye,
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye."
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