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One morning, one morning, the weather being fair,
The mother and the daughter walked out to take the air;
And as they were a walking this maid began to vow:
I must and I will get married, I'm in the notion now.
O daughter, O daughter, 'tis hold your foolish tongue.
What makes you want to marry? You know you are too young.
I'm sixteen now, dear mother, and that you must allow.
I must and I will get married, I'm in the notion now.
Suppose you were to try, my dear and could not find a man?
O never mind, dear mother, for there is Miller Sam.
He calls me his milk and honey, goes milking of my cow.
I must and I will get married, I'm in the notion now.
Suppose he were to fool with you as he has done before?
O never mind, dear mother, for there are plenty more;
For there is Jack the farmer goes whistling to his plough.
I must and I will get married, I'm in the notion now.
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