SONG XLIII. Hang me if I Marry

Declare, my pretty maid, Must my fond suit miscarry? With you I'll toy, I'll kiss and play; But hang me if I marry:

Then speak your mind at once, Nor let me longer tarry; With you I'll toy, I'll kiss and play; But hang me if I marry.

Tho charms and wit assall, The stroke I well can parry? I love to kiss, to toy and play, But do not choose to marry.

Young Molly of the dale Makes a mere slave of Harry; Because, when they had toy'd and kiss'd, The foolish swain would murray:

These fix'd resolves, my dear, I to the grave will carry; With you I'll toy, and kiss and play; But hang me if I marry: