Young Willy woo'd me long in vain

Young Willy woo'd me long in vain, In ev'ry place he met me, Ah, do you love me said the swain, How often mast I ask ye?

I hardly could my love deny, For love him I did really; Why no, you foolish swain, said I, How often must I tell ye?

Ah, must I then avoid your view, Ah, must I always shun ye? Then tell me, O my dearest Sue, How often must I ask ye?

At length he asked my hand, and cried, Ah, dearest, do you love me? Why yes, said I, and softly sigh'd How often must I tell ye?