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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