English poem
DUET. (They tell me you listen to all…)
by Anonymous
They tell me you listen to all that he says; That each hour of the day you are full of his praise; That you always together your flocks lead to graze: Is this true, damsel?
Yes, Mister Bailly.
They tell me, also, you are so void of grace, As to brag that dear form, and that sweet pretty face, That young dog shall be welcome to kiss and embrace: Is this true damsel?
Yes, Mister Bailly.
The neighbours all say, though I credit them not, They have heard you declare, that content with your lot, Any king you'd refuse for that lout and a cot: Is this true damsel?
Yes, Mister Bailly.
But one thing I vow frights me out of my life, 'Tis allow'd on all hands, that is barring the strife, That you both liv'd together just like man and wife: Is this true damsel?
Yes, Mister Bailly.
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