Wait for the wagon, &c.
Do you believe, my Phillis, dear, old Mike with all his wealth,
Can make you half so happy, as I with youth and health?
We’ll have a little farm, a horse, a pig, and cow,
And you will mind the dairy, while I do guide the plow.
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Your lips are red as poppies, your hair so slick and neat,
All braided up with dahlias, and hollyhocks so sweet,
It’s every Sunday morning, when I am by your side,
We’ll jump into the wagon, and all take a ride.
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Together on life’s journey, we’ll travel till we stop,
And if we have no trouble, we’ll reach the happy top.
Then come with me, sweet Phillis, my dear, my lovely bride,
We’ll jump into the wagon, and all take a ride.
Wait for the wagon, &c.