She Chatters now and never will have done.
To a New Tune, call'd, Dum, dum, dum; Or, I would I were in my own Country &c.
Licens'd and Enter'd according to Order.
[35.]All you that pass along,
Give ear unto my song,
Concerning a youth
that was young, young, young;
And of a Maiden fair
Few with her might compare
But alack, and alas, she