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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