THE American Mock-Bird, OR SONGSTER's DELIGHT, SONG CCIII

Young Roger of the Mill, one Morning very soon, Put on his best Apparel, his Horse and clouted Shoon, And he a wooing went to bonny buxom Nell; Adzooks, cries he, could'st fancy me? I like the wond'rous well, I like thee wond'rous well.

My Horses I have drest, and giv'n them Corn and Hay, Put on my best Apparel; and, having come this Way, Let's sit and chat a While with thee, my bonny Nell: Adzooks, cries he, could'st fancy me? I like thy Person well, I like thy Person well.

Young Roger, your mistaken, the Damsel then reply'd; I am not in such Haste to be a Plowman's Bride: Know, I then live in hopes to wed a Farmer's Son: If it be so, says Hodge, I'll go; sweet Mistress, I have done; sweet Mistress, I have done.

Your Horses you have drest, as I have heard you say: Put on your best Apparel; and having come this Way, Come sit and chat a While: O no indeed, not I; I'll neither wait, nor chat, nor prate; I've other Fish to fry, I've other Fish to fry.

Go take your Farmer's Son, with all my honest Heart, What tho' my Name be Roger, that goes to Plow and Cart, I need not tarry long, e're I do gain a Wife; There's buxom Joan, it is well known, she loves me as her Life, she loves me as her Life.

Pray what of buxom Joan? can't I please you as well? For she has ne'er a Penny, and I am bouncing Nell, And I have fifty Shillings. The Money made him smiler O then, my dear, I'll draw a Chair, and chat with thee a While, and chat with thee a While.

Within an Half-hour's Space, these two a Bargain struck; I hope then with the Money they both may have good Luck: I've forty Shillings more, with which a Cow we'll buy; We'll join our Hands in Wedlock's Bands; then who but you and I; then who but you and I?