Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXLIII. Love And Matrimony.

    Sylvia, sweet as morning air,
Do not drive me to despair:
Long have I sighed in vain,
Now I am come again,
Will you be mine or no, no-a-no, -
Will you be mine or no?

Simon pray leave off your suit,
For of your courting you'll reap no fruit,
I would rather give a crown
Than be married to a clown;
Go for a booby, go, no-a-no, -
Go, for a booby, go.

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