Well met faire maid, my chiefest joy. Alas blinde fool, deceiv'd art thou I prethee sweet Peg be not so coy I scorn to fancy such a cow. Thy beauty sweet Peg, hath won my heart For shame leave off thy flattery From thee I never meane to part Good lacke how thou canst cog and lie! For Peggies love poore Kit will dye. In faith what colour then shall it be? In time my constant heart will try Then pluck it out, that I may see.

My life I will spend to doe thee good Alas good sir, that shall not need For thee I will not spare my blood God send your Goslings well to speed. Yet faine would I be thy wedded mate. Alas good sir I am already sped What luck had I to come so late? Because thou broughtest a calfe from bed. O pitty me, sweet Peg I pray So I have done long time God wot. Why dost thou then my love deny? Because I see thou art a sot.

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