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<HEAD>The Ha&s;ty Wedding; OR, <HI>William's Patience Rewarded.</HI> With the con&s;ent of Pretty <HI>NANCY.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>The Man of Fa&s;hion,</HI> or, <HI>The Doubting Virgin.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>SItting with my Deare&s;t Dear,</L>
<L>by a Little purling Spring,</L>
<L>In the plea&s;ant time o'th year,</L>
<L>when the little Birds do &s;ing,</L>
<L>Straight I was re&s;olv'd to move her,</L>
<L>for to know how &s;he inclin'd,</L>
<L>And to tell her that I lov'd her,</L>
<L>and de&s;ire to know her mind.</L>
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<L>Then quoth I, my prety <HI>Nancy,</HI></L>
<L>well thou know'&s;t thou ha&s;t my heart;</L>
<L>Thou alone art &s;he I fancy,</L>
<L>and can only cure my &s;mart:</L>
<L>Tell me then my pretty fair one,</L>
<L>when you mean to change your life,</L>
<L>Tell me quickly then my Dear one,</L>
<L>when you will be <HI>Willy's</HI> Wife.</L>
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<L>Truly <HI>William</HI> then quoth <HI>Nancy,</HI></L>
<L>men they &s;ay are grown &s;o &s;trange,</L>
<L>Every one they'l &s;wear they fancy,</L>
<L>&s;o they may perhaps for change:</L>
<L>You may freely &s;ay your plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>I can hear without di&s;ta&s;t,</L>
<L>Marriage &s;hould be done with lei&s;ure,</L>
<L>and I'm &s;ure I'm not in ha&s;t.</L>
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<L>Will you be a peevi&s;h creature,</L>
<L>and deny your &s;elf a cure,</L>
<L>Who could teach you &s;uch ill nature,</L>
<L>not your Mother I am &s;ure:</L>
<L>She was &s;carce arriv'd at fourteen,</L>
<L>when &s;he lo&s;t a &s;ingle life,</L>
<L>And was plea&s;'d &s;o well with courting</L>
<L>that &s;he &s;oon became a wife.</L>
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<LG>
<L>This I know is her confe&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>but I've heard her oft to pray,</L>
<L>That I might have more di&s;cretion,</L>
<L>and to wait a longer day:</L>
<L>Therefore I do tell you fairly,</L>
<L>&s;ome years more I mean to wa&s;t,</L>
<L>Tho' indeed I love you dearly,</L>
<L>yet I am not &s;o much in ha&s;te.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Well quoth he have, you con&s;ented,</L>
<L>gave me hope, though very cold,</L>
<L>If you have not again repented,</L>
<L>I &s;hall have you when you'r old:</L>
<L>I have patience and you know it,</L>
<L>&s;till to wait on you whil&s;t life,</L>
<L>And will never think much to do it,</L>
<L>if that you will be my wife.</L>
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<L>Now quoth &s;he, i'm &s;ure you love me,</L>
<L>&s;ince you are content to &s;tay,</L>
<L>And your patience does &s;o move me,</L>
<L>I will marry you this day:</L>
<L>Now I &s;ee you love me dearly,</L>
<L>we no longer time will wa&s;t,</L>
<L>And I do declare it clearly,</L>
<L>that I am as much in ha&s;t.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Hand in hand the&s;e Lovers walked,</L>
<L>many a ki&s;s &s;he did exchange,</L>
<L>Many a vow pa&s;s as they talked</L>
<L>that their hearts &s;hould never range</L>
<L>To te Church he did conduct her,</L>
<L>whhre the Prie&s;t did end the &s;trife,</L>
<L>And &s;o well he did in&s;truct her,</L>
<L>&s;he that day was <HI>William's</HI> Wife</L>
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<P>Printed for, P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball in Pye-corner.</P>
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