Minguillo's Kiss

Since for kissing thee, Minguillo,
    Mother's ever scolding me,
Give me swiftly back, thou dear one,
    Give the kiss I gave to thee.
Give me back the kiss, that one, now;
    Let my mother scold no more;
    Let us tell her all is o'er:
What was done is all undone now.
Yes, it will be wise, Minguillo,
    My fond kiss to give to me;
Give me swiftly back, thou dear one,
    Give the kiss I gave to thee.
Give me back the kiss, for mother
    Is impatient, prithee, do!
    For that one thou shalt have two:
Give me that, and take another.
Yes, then will they be contented,
    Then can't they complain of me;
Give me swiftly back, thou dear one,
    Give the kiss I gave to thee.

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My mother's kiss, my mother's kiss,
    I feel its impress now;
As in the bright and happy days
    She pressed it on my brow.

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Ah, my Anthea! Must my heart still break?
(Love makes me write, what shame forbids to speak.)
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For loves sake, kiss me once again;
I long, and should not beg in vain,
Heres none to spy or see;
Why do you doubt or stay?
Ill taste as lightly as the bee
That doth but touch his flower and flies away.

Once more, and faith I will be gone;
Can he that loves ask less than one?
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And all your bounty wrong;
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What were but once to do, we should do long.

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Where, how it should have relished well;
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