“ Said he, My sweeting, at this (illegible text) meeting,
Oh! give consent for to be my Bride.
I must acknowledge I do adore thee,
with all the tender respects of love;
None ever conquer'd my heart before thee,
whom I admire and prize above.
Then richest jewel, O be not cruel;
but lay thine angry frowns aside;
And my dear sweeting, at this bless d meeting,
Oh! give consent for to be my Bride.
Said she, A Sailor I don't admire,
because they travel to foreign parts,
The more their company we desire,
the more they leave us with aching hearts,
And we lament with sad vexation ”

“ I never liked your Farmer's choice:
T'would been our ruin, and sad undoing,
if thou had took her, I'm bold to say:
Come love and treasure bring joy and pleasure,
I'm glad you've married a Lady gay. ”