This is from a New York child; our next version is from Connecticut:
"Oh, miss, I'll give you a paper of pins,
If you will tell me how love begins:
If you will marry, marry, marry,
If you will marry me."
"I'll not accept your paper of pins,
And I won't tell you how love begins;
For I won't marry, marry, marry,
For I won't marry you."
"O miss, I'll give you a coach and six,
Every horse as black as pitch.
"O miss, I'll give you a red silk gown,
With gold and laces hanging round.
"O miss, I'll give you a little gold bell,
To ring for the waiter[42] when you are not well.
"O miss, I'll give you the key to my heart,
That we may lock and never part.
"O miss, I'll give you the key to my chest,
That you may have money at your request."