But that I do fear much sorrow and strife,
Then I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,
And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.
If I should Marry a Maid that is Fair,
With her round cherry Cheeks and her flaxen Hair,
Many close Meetings I must forbear,
And I'll, &c.
If I should Marry a Maid that is Foul,
The best of my Pleasure will be but a Scoul.
She'll sit in a corner like to an Owl,