Well, well, dearest Phoebe, and why in such haste?
Through the fields and meadows all day I have chased
In search of the fair one who doth me disdain
And who will reward me?
And who will reward me for all my past pain

Go, go, boldest Colin, how dare you be seen
With a burden like me and not scarcely sixteen?
To be seen with the fair one, I am so afraid
That the world will soon call me
That the world will soon call me: no longer a maid

Never mind what the world say for it all proves a lie
We are not alone there's a couple hard by
Let them judge of our actions, be you cheerful, my dear
For no harm is intended
For no harm is intended to my Phoebe I swear
Say, say, boldest Colin, and say what you will
You may swear, lie and flatter, and prove your best skill
And before I will be conquered, I will let you to know
That I will die a virgin
That I will die a virgin, so I pray let me go

Come, come, dearest Phoebe, such thoughts I now have
I come here to see if tomorrow you'd wed
But since you so slighted me, I will bid you adieu
And will go seek some other girl
And will go seek some other girl more kinder than you

Stay, stay, dearest Colin, just one moment stay
I will venture to wed if you mean what you say
Let tomorrow first come love, and in church you will find
that the girl you thought cruel
that the girl you thought cruel will always prove kind

@love @courtship
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