How To Ask And Have

"Oh, 'tis time I should talk to your mother,
        Sweet Mary," says I;
"Oh, don't talk to my mother," says Mary,
        Beginning to cry:
"For my mother says men are decaivers,
        And never, I know, will consent;
She says girls in a hurry to marry,
        At leisure repent."

"Then, suppose I should talk to your father,
        Sweet Mary," says I;
"Oh, don't talk to my father," says Mary,
        Beginning to cry:
"For my father he loves me so dearly,
        He'll never consent I should go;
If you talk to my father," says Mary,
        "He'll surely say 'No.'"

"Then how shall I get you, my jewel,
        Sweet Mary?" says I;
"If your father and mother's so cruel,
        Most surely I'll die!"
"Oh, never say die, dear," says Mary;
        "A way now to save you I see:
Since my parents are both so conthrairy,
        You'd better ask me."