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."