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Stepping up the green grass Thus and thus and thus; Will you let one of your fair maids Come and play with us.

We will give you pots and pans, We will give you brass; We will give you anything For a pretty lass.

We won't take your pots and pans, We won't take your brass, We won't take your "anything For a pretty lass."

We will give you gold and silver, We will give you pearl; We will give you anything For a pretty girl.

Come, my dearest Mary, Come and play with us; You shall have a young man Born for your sake. And the bells shall ring, And the cats shall sing, And we'll all clap hands together.